Author's Note

Heeelllllooooooo!

canadianbanana: It's okay you haven't commented recently; it's only been one chapter I think! Don't worry about it! You comment a lot, and it makes me super happy, so really: if you miss one chapter, it's fine :) Sorry about your phone, I hope it's being smarter now :) Honestly, I'm glad you couldn't tell what was going to happen; I try to surprise you guys and half the time what I have panned gets guessed, so then I try to switch it up! When they got it by the car, I was surprised, too, if that makes any sense. I had been typing, and I was thinking along the lines of: Hmmm . . . how could I make this more interesting . . . Oh! There could be a problem! But I wouldn't let anything too bad happen to Uriah or Marlene; I ship them so much! I actually have another fan fiction about the two of them, but I haven't updated it in a while. Okay, sorry about my blabbering; I talk a little too much sometimes. I'm sorry for making you almost cry! I'm glad there was emotion; I was trying to make the chapter meaningful. The fact that Marlene decided not to get the surgery, and there's a chance she won't be able to move her legs, is sad, but it's going to be an important part of the story. To clear up some confusion, I'll explain more in the chapter, but I'll let you know a little ahead of time: She does want to be able to walk, but she knows that the surgery won't be able to make her walk again immediately; if there are parts of her legs that will be able to move again, the doctors said that she'll gain feeling of them quite quickly, most likely over the next few months. Does that make sense? As I am typing it, I feel like it's confusing; I apologize. Uriah wants her to be able to walk, but he's being supportive of her decision. I'm so happy you love this story! Seriously, I want to thank you so much for all the support you've given from the very beginning of the story. Thank you!

Guest: I know you reviewed for Chapter Four, so I hope you don't mind that I'm responding here. I like Jet Pack Blues, too! I've listened to that one song so many times that I have it nearly memorized, but I'm bad at memorizing stuff, anyway :) I am so happy you think this story is so good! I read through it once in a while to help me decide what to do for new chapters, and sometimes I don't know exactly what to think. I don't know what "FANGIC" is, so I apologize. If you meant "FANFIC", like my fanfiction, I'm so happy you like it so much! If you meant "FANGIC", like you said, I'm going to assume it's a combination of 'FANFIC' and 'MAGIC'. I like magic; I sort of want superpowers. I'd like to be able to fly, read minds, and control wind, water, fire, and Earth, like the dirt. I think that would be pretty cool, as long as I don't mess up, which I probably would, though. Anyway, I am so glad you like the story! Thank you so much for your review and support; I really appreciate it! Thank you!

I hope you all did like the previous chapter; I tried to make it meaningful, and I hope you like this one as well.

I might be able to update tomorrow, and if not tomorrow, Chapter Fourteen should be up soon.

I hope you all like the chapter!

Disclaimer: I did not invent the "Divergent" books.

Wearing His Jersey

Chapter Thirteen

Zeke's P.O.V.

I picked up my large stack of papers and walked with Four, Lynn, Tris, Will, Christina, and Shauna toward Uriah and Marlene's room.

"You sure that's going to be a good idea?" Will asked me.

"Yeah, I don't think he'll be mad. I want to lighten the mood a little," I replied.

"Lighten the mood? They just got hit by a car," Four pointed out. "I don't exactly think they'll be in the mood for a prank."

"I don't know if you could call it a prank . . ."

"Zeke, it's Sunday. They haven't even missed any school. How will this work?" Shauna asked me.

"We'll just have to ope that they aren't paying much attention to the day."

"I think Mar will figure it out."

"Have some faith in my brother!" I smiled; they all had a small smile as well.

"Me? You're the one saying he doesn't pay enough attention to figure out that it's Sunday." She smiled at me. I sighed jokingly.

"Okay, fine, whatever, you win." A moment later, I said," But I really do think this might help lighten the mood in there. I want them to brighten up, and I doubt they're happy right now."

We reached their door, and walked in.

"Hello!" I yelled. "We are here! No need to fear! We will help you!"

"We don't need help," Marlene smiled. "We're pretty much okay."

"That's good," Shauna sighed, giving Mar a hug, and Christina did as well. Soon everybody was piled on either Uriah or Marlene. I laughed, hugging Uriah.

"No matter what I say about how much you annoy me, I'm glad you're okay," I smiled at him.

"Good," he smiled.

We were all sitting around in the hospital room together, minus Shauna, who had offered to run to the next door coffee shop for drinks.

"What do you guys want to do?" I asked. "I'm getting kind of bored, no offense everybody."

"Just because you say 'no offense' doesn't mean we aren't going to take the fact that you think hanging out with us is boring offensive," Uriah smiled. "And how about some games? Any ideas?"

"Would You Rather is always fun," Will said; I nodded.

"Would You Rather it is."

"Let's wait for Shauna," Tris said.

"You're right; she'd probably be mad at us," I smiled. Right then, we heard footsteps coming down the hall. I peeked out the window on the door and saw Shauna walking toward the room. I got a quick idea. I locked the door and moved out of view of the door, but put my chair up against the door so that if she unlocked it somehow, it wouldn't open.

"What are you doing, Zeke?"

"Don't worry, Christina, this'll be funny," I smiled at her. She gave me a funny look and sat back in her seat.

Then, the doorknob rattled and Shauna knocked on he door.

"Guys, it's locked," she said, her voice muffled by the door. She waited a second. "So open it!" She stared in through the window at Marlene. "Make one of them open it, please," she laughed. We waited as she continued to attempt to push the door open. After a few minutes, a doctor walked by and saw her.

"Um, what are you doing?" the doctor asked.

"Uh-oh, we're probably going to be kicked out now," I laughed to my friends.

"Thanks a lot, Zeke!" Lynn grumbled.

"Any time!"

"I'm here to see two of my friends, and I went to get drinks," Shauna explained. "I just got back, and one of my friends - I assume Zeke - seems-" Everyone laughed at this. "-to have thought it's funny to lock me out."

"Okay, let me go downstairs to check and make sure you are a visitor; it's policy. Then, I can unlock the door for you," the nurse smiled. Before she walked away, she said," When I was your age - that's about five years ago, I'm twenty-three - my friends did the same thing to me, but I was the patient!" They both laughed.

"Okay, thank you," Shauna said, "do you want me to come with you, or wait here?"

"Whichever," the nurse - Nurse Cailee - said, and walked away. Shaun waited, and glared at each of us separately.

"Should we just unlock it now?" Christina asked. "That way if we get in trouble, we won't be in as much trouble."

"Eh," I said. "We already locked her out, and the nurse will be back any minute. I think that we're fine, especially since this happened to Nurse Cailee herself. She probably thinks it's funny."

"Zeke, a lot of things are funny, but not all of them can get you in trouble; this can, just so you know. But you're right, I guess, so . . ."

Just then the doctor appeared at the door with a set of keys and unlocked it.

"Here you go," she said to Shauna and turned to us. She laughed quietly and shook her head before walking out of the room and closing the door behind her.

Uriah's P.O.V.

Shauna walked over to Zeke, holding the coffees. She looked at him.

"I know it was your plan, honey." She then took a cup from the holder and dumped it all over Zeke's head. We ll laughed as the drink poured over his hair and down his cheeks.

"You know," he said. "I always thought getting coffee int your eye would be painful It isn't."

We all smiled.

"Oh, you know what Zeke? I think that was my coffee. I'll share yours," Shauna said, an passed each of us a cup, labeled with the kind of coffee it is. Then, she walked over to where Zeke was sitting, sat down next to him, took a sip of his drink, then passed him the cup, smiling.

All our friends had gone home to pack bags; they were staying with us for a while, after getting permission from our parents and the school. The school wasn't so easy, but we figured it out.

Marlene was sleeping; she'd been like that for a few hours, so I knew she would wake up soon and didn't want to wake her.

I pulled out the pile of papers Zeke had brought in earlier, saying he got all the work Mar and I needed for the next month that we were going to be in the hospital. He said he'd gotten it from the school, and they expected it back by the end of the week. Mar had flipped, but I knew that Zeke was trying to prank us. He left the papers here, which were all blank. I looked around for a pencil and saw one sitting on the table next to me. I reached over and picked it up, then got to work on drawing. Every few seconds, I looked back over at Marlene, taking in every line of her face, every shade of her hair, every crease in the pillow she was on, and drew it.

"Uri," I heard a drowsy voice say. I turned.

"Mar," I smiled, and put down my paper and pencil. I could finish the drawing another time; I wan to give it to er for out four year anniversary that's coming up in about one month. "How'd you sleep?" I smiled warmly at her from across the room, as she did me.

"Pretty good. I can't really toss and turn anymore, now can I?" She laughed, but it was far from her eyes.

"I guess," I said. I was quiet for a moment. "Marlene, why won't you let them do the surgery? I know you don't want to, but why?" She sighed.

"I told you, I don't really like surgeries, and doctors scare me."

"You are one of the bravest people I know. I know there is more to it."

"Okay," she said. "I feel like, I don't know, they could be helping someone else in the time they would be doing surgery on me. They could be working on saving someone else, but they would be helping me instead. Plus, I don't need the surgery. It would help them figure out what is most likely to be able to move again, yes, and they'd be able to help me with therapies to make me be able to move the parts of my legs faster. But, Uri, either way, I will figure out what I can move and can't. Right now, though, I am paralyzed in the legs. I can't fix that. Over time, I'll regain feeling in parts of my legs, which is what the surgery would help figure out. I'm going to figure out what parts of my legs I can move anyway, it'll just take a little longer. I don't mind waiting an extra couple months to know; in that time, I could do more physical therapies, which might help me be able to move my whole legs again, anyway. My main point is, I don't need to get a surgery; I'll be able to move parts anyway. Does that make sense? Is it crazy for me to not get the surgery?" I thought for a moment; she didn't want the surgery because she would know what parts of her legs she will regain movement and feeling in anyways.

"It makes sense, and it isn't crazy." She nodded, and I saw a far away look in her eyes. "And Mar?" She turned to face me. "I'm here for you."