Author's Note

Heeeellooooo!

So, I read over the last chapter to help me answer one of my reviews (I was so tired writing it, I barely remembered what I wrote; lol), and I noticed a few mistakes; I apologize for that. Some of them were misspelled words, some were capitalization, and some didn't make sense because I accidentally pressed the wrong keys, so I apologize and I hope you were able to still understand. Again, I'm sorry about that!

actionseeker: I like your name on here; it reminds me of Dauntless! I apologize for confusing you; again, I was tired and reread the chapter this morning, and I was like whaaaat . . . I don't know . . . So, I apoligize. For your question about the hand holding, did you mean Tris and Four or Marlene and Uriah? I'll answer both. Tris and Four did not hold hands; they are still building a friendship and trust. They may at some point, though . . . ;) As for Marlene and Uriah, at the end of the chapter, Marlene grabbed Uriah's hand that he had placed on her shoulder to pus her out of the car's way. Because she grabbed his hand, he wasn't able to get her to the side of the road, and they both got hit by the car. I hope that helps, and I apologize for any confusion Thank you for your review and your support; I'm glad you let me know what was confusing, because that way I can try to clear up any confusion in the chapter or Author's Note. Thank you; I really appreciate your support! Enjoy the chapter! :)

Fourtrisdamnsexy: We should totally fangirl over our fandoms together! I don't know what all of yours are, but mine are the "Divergent" books, "The Hunger Games" trilogy, "The Fault in Our Stars", a few other John Green books, "Percy Jackson and the Olympians" books, and "The Selection" books, including "The Heir" and "The Prince and The Guard". What are your fandoms? Hopefully Marlene and Uriah are okay! here's the next chapter; I hope you like it! Thank you for your review and support; I really appreciate it! :)

I found that something may have been confusing in Chapter Eleven: Four and Tris did not hold hands, but Marlene took Uriah's hand when he put it on her shoulder to push her out of the car's way, but they both got hit by the car.

Thank you to action seeker for letting me know to clear that up!:)

Enjoy the chapter, everyone!

Disclaimer: Veronica Roth wrote the "Divergent" books, not me.

Wearing His Jersey

Chapter Twelve

Uriah's P.O.V.

I woke up underneath the watch of doctors' faces, and then I heard a bunch of yelling, before something was injected into my arm and everything went dark yet again.

I felt my face growing wet. I blinked my eyes open and jumped slightly in my hospital bed. I immediately brought my hand up over her head and stroked her hair; she was laying next to me.

"Mar," I breathed. She looked up at me with wet eyes and cheeks. Even through the tears rolling on her face like a river, she smiled at me. It didn't reach her hazelnut eyes.

"Uriah." She set her head on my chest, and I felt my hospital gown grow increasingly wet. The events came back to me, and I looked down at her; she was wearing a hospital gown, too, identical to mine, slightly smaller.

"What are you doing in here? Are you okay? You're supposed to be in your room."

"I - I don't want to be in there alone. And I heard that you had surgery, so I couldn't stay in there. I had to come see you," she explained.

"I had surgery?"

"Yes, on your leg. It was shattered from the knee down on the left side." I looked down; that must be when I woke up: while I was in surgery. I nodded.

"Why didn't you want to be in your room?" I asked quietly. "I bet they're looking for you." A moment passed. "Mar, is there something you're leaving out?"

"I can't move my legs."

"What?" I gasped.

"Yeah. They won't move, and the doctors wan tot do a surgery to see what's happening, why they're paralyzed, what part of them is causing this. I don't like doctors." I laughed quietly.

"I see; if you did, you probably wouldn't have escaped to come here. How did you get here, Marlene? Someone must've brought you, and that couldn't be safe."

"Yeah, I brought me. I found a wheelchair near my bed, and I rolled out of bed, dragged myself to the chair, and climbed on. Then, I waited until there weren't many doctors around, and they weren't paying attention, and I wheeled around. I saw you through the window on your door."

"You brought yourself here?" I smiled.

"Yes."

"Jeesh, Mar, they've probably got half the hospital searching for you by now; you could, like, be in the FBI." I saw her smile.

"I could, could't I."

"Yeah," I said, and a moment later, "Why won't you do the surgery? They have to know how to fix this, Mar. You need to be able to walk." I could feel my eyes watering; she was looking blurrier as I stared at her.

"I don't, though," she stated softly. "I don't need to walk. I want to. You want me to. I do not need to, though. Many, many people have it much worse. I'll be okay." She looked up at me.

"Why won't you let them try to help you?"

"I don't like doctors; they scare me."

"Why?"

"They're the ones who tell you all the bad news."

"Mar, they do, but they deliver a lot of good news, too," I said. "Like when you aren't sick anymore, when you can walk again, when they believe you'll be able to move a paralyzed part again . . . all sorts of things, Cupcake." I looked down at her; she laughed lightly.

"I guess you're right, Cookie." A moment passed where we wee both just quietly looking at each other. "Thank you."

"For what?" I asked.

"You saved me. I would've walked right into that car's path, and that probably would've been it. But you pushed me away, and it only hit my legs."

"Thank you, too, Mar. You grabbed me when I pushed you away, and saved me from getting anything but my one leg hit."

"We saved each other."

A short while later, a doctor burst into the room.

"There you are!" he said. "Marlene, we have been looking all over the hospital for you. Miss, you need to go back to your room; I don't know what you think you're doing leaving it."

"I could leave if I wanted," she muttered. I smiled. "It isn't like you could make me stay."

"We can keep a doctor or nurse in there with you at all times, which we will now be doing."

"I don't want that, thank you, though. I don't think I'll be able to concentrate on anything while being watched all the time." She shifted uncomfortably.

"Miss, you have no choice now; you left your room. Now it's time to go back, so come on. I'll help you into your wheelchair."

"I don't need help, thank you."

"Just let me help you; it'll make this eas-"

"I don't need help!" she exclaimed, and lifted her head off me. "And I don't need a surgery, either. I appreciate you trying to help me with it, but I will find out what I can and can't move anyway."

"Miss, we really should find out what is keeping you from being able to move your legs. It could be something minor, and we could fix it easily. There's a chance that you won't ever be able to walk again if we don't."

"I'm paralyzed. There's a fair chance I won't ever be able to walk again, anyways. I want to stay in here with him," she said, gesturing to me. "Do you know if I can move in here?"

"Well, Miss, you could be moved in here, but that doesn't mean you can leave your bed or your room. We can't let you go for another few days even if you don't do the surgery."

"Okay. Can I be moved in soon?"

"We can move you right now, Miss."

"Please stop calling me 'Miss'. Call me 'Marlene'. And that would be wonderful! Thank you!" The doctor nodded and left the room to move Marlene's things.

"Are you sure you don't want to do the surgery?"

"I don't want to, and there's a chance that it won't help me anyway. The surgery helps them find out what parts of my legs are the most and least likely to be able to be moved again. We figure it out anyway, just over time. My nurse told me I would most likely find out what can and can't move quickly. Feeling will return in certain places, not in others, though." I nodded.

"I understand what you mean." We were quiet for a few minutes, before the doctor returned to the room with Mar's nurse. They were carrying the few things that Mar had with her, and the few things she'd need that were in her room. The nurse quickly put sheets on the bed next to mine, and then she helped Mar over to it, while the doctor set her things up.

"Can you please open the window?" Marlene asked the nurse, the turned to me. "Is that alright with you?"

"Yeah, it's fine. It'll be nice to get some fresh air in here," I nodded. The nurse opened the window, then walked over near my bed. She looked about thirty years old, with brown air and a blue uniform.

"I'm Nurse Zai, and I'll be working with Marlene. If you need anything, you can ask me, too, if your nurse and doctor aren't in the room and I am. I'll be helping Marlene, and I just wanted to ask that you make sure she doesn't leave her bed without talking to one of her doctors or nurses again please. It isn't safe." I nodded.

"Of course."

"All right, thank you," she smiled and turned back to Marlene. I heard her explaining why she needed to stay in her bed unless she had permission, and she understood her situation with the surgery. She said that the same type of thing had happened to her when she was about our age; she had a paralyzed arm and leg from the knee to toes. She said she did the same thing Mar is doing, and the only trouble she has now is that sometimes her toes cramp up, but that that's nothing to worry about, so it worked out well.

"You two have had the same visitors waiting in the waiting room for the whole time you've been here - two days! - and-"

"Wait, we've been here for two days?" Marlene asked. The nurse nodded.

"Yes, and they have been waiting to see you. It is up to you two when you want to have visitors; you both have permission and are ready."

"If you're okay with it Mar, I am ready."

"Me, too," she said.

"All right, then, I'll let them know they can come in!"

Author's Note:

How was that? What are your thoughts on what is happening? I don't know how good that was; I am not the best at writing scenes like this. I hope you were okay with the chapter, and I will try to update again tomorrow - three days in a row!

I hope you all liked it!

~MoMaster