I don't remember well how I got there.

I don't remember having run through the streets where chaos was still apparent. I don't remember having entered the train, or the path in which I spent inside it.

I Just remember to enter running in the Erudite building, getting stares from people along the way. I opened the duplicate doors of the hospital sector with a push and reached my girlfriend in two steps.

I took her hand in mine and started kissing the full extent of her face. Tears escaped from my eyes. Tears of relief, unbridled happiness. She was safe. We two were saved.

I sat in the chair next to her and rested my head on her chest. I curled me into her warmth, enjoying every centimeter of our contact. Nothing would separate us now. Nothing.

- It's okay, Jeanine. - I murmured, even though she couldn't to hear me - We'll be fine.

I spent the next few minutes with my head resting on the bed rail. My eyes were, at first, vigilants, but then my eyelids became too heavy to see anything. I was still exhausted because of the Truth Serum, and the tiredness finally overcame me.

I woke up with a hand grabbing my arm.

I got up suddenly, my body already preparing for the fight, but I relaxed when I recognized the person in front of me.

- Christina?

- Calm down! - she said, dropping my arm - I came in peace.

- You scared me! - I said, trying to control my breathing - Why are you here?

She shrugged.

- I needed to talk to you, and they told me that you hardly ever get out of here. Caleb make things easy for me, so let's say, and I managed to enter here without too many problems.

She looks at Jeanine, and I'm surprised with her gaze.

It's not the look of contempt and disgust that I expected. There is no hatred or resentment. It's an almost sympathetic look, a look that shows something like compassion. She lingers a few more seconds looking Jeanine's face and finally sighs.

- Forgive me, Tris. - she murmurs, somewhat embarrassed - For the way I talked to you before. I didn't know, I didn't understand that things were much more complicated than I thought.

- You don't need to apologize for anything. - I say, touching her shoulder - You were willing to give your life to save me. It is I who need to apologize.

- You know ... - she continues - Not that I agree with the things she did, in any way. But now I can understand that she had motives. I mean, not that it justifies her actions, but after all the revelations that we had today, I can say that there is part of me, a little part of me that can understand her. And ... I am ready to accept it, Tris. You and her together.

I open a huge smile. If there was someone I didn't want to lose at that point, that someone was Christina. It was a relief to know that I could still have her in my life after all.

- Chris ... - I try to find words, but I feel I will not be able to say anything without crying.

- I mean, - she continues - whereas she doesn't make strange things to you, like... to apply you simulations to control you, you know, in the bed ... - she makes an expression of pure horror, and I start laughing - Oh my God! Why did I imagined that? I nevermore will be able to get these images out of my head!

And then I hug her. As strong as I can. In that hug, I feel that a piece of my heart that was lost returned to its rightful place.

- I missed you so much... - I whisper to her.

- Me too, Tris - she says - You have no idea what I felt when I realized that you had disappeared, that you had surrendered ...

I can feel her shudder slightly in my arms.

When we let go, her expression becomes serious.

- They are discussing the future of this city. I believe that some changes are coming.

- Changes? - I repeat.

- Yeah. - she answers - Something related to the factions. It seems to me that there will be changes in the rules.

- I will inform me about it later. - I look at Jeanine - I'm not leaving now.

She nods.

- I understand. I must go now, before they find me here. - she gives me a long hug - We speak later on.

After she leaves, I turn again to Jeanine. I kiss her lips and lean my forehead on hers.

- Maybe I'm not so foolish for believe the things can be all right, even after everything. - I tell her - And I wanted you could tell me what you think.

I stay a good time watching her, sitting on the mattress. She almost seems to be sleeping, except for the grimace of pain on her face, which replaces the calm smile she has when she sleeps next to me.

I caress her her hair on the pillow. It is loose, rather than the usual tight bun that she makes usually. One of the things I'm proud to know is that she is very sensitive in the hair, neck, and feet. I learned it in our first time.

Her face relaxes a little.

- Don't have nightmares. - I whisper in her ear. - You're not alone in this. When you is better, we'll find a solution against the Bureau. I've been thinking about that, and I have some ideas.

I rest my head on her pillow and keep running over her hair with my hand.

- But it would be great if you woke up first. Honestly, I'm starting to miss you trying to control me. Although both know you can't.

I didn't sleep. I'm sure I didn't sleep at all. I'm semiconscious when I feel a little kick on my leg. I wake, confused, but there is no one else. The kick comes from Jeanine, who is writhing in my arms, as if she is in a nightmare.

She is white as chalk and with sunken eyes. Her hair don't stop moving everywhere.

- No. - she whispers hoarsely. - No no no.

- Jeanine! - I call her loudly, shaking her arm.

My girlfriend opens her eyes and sits up in the bed in an impulse.

Immediately, she takes both arms to the ribs, with a grimace of pain but without giving a single moan. I don't know if it's because of her nightmare or her wounds. Maybe for both.

But I don't care much. She's awake.

- Jeanine, you're awake ... - I feel stupid saying it. I control my mind as best I can. - Listen, calm down. You are in the hospital.

Jeanine don't looks at me. She only looks around her, like a caged and disoriented animal, with bleary eyes and taut as a guitar.

- Jeanine?

She finally seems to listen. She turns to me, instantly relaxing.

- Beatrice.

I'm starting to love my full name.

- Calm down. We are in the hospital. You received two shots in the chest and one in the leg, do you remember?

My hands want touching her anywhere, to make sure it's real. Her breathing slows a little, but her eyes never leave my face.

- Yes I remember. - her hand goes unconsciously to her injured leg. - I remember it well. - she stays a moment silent, trying to think. - How long has it been?

- One week.

- I feel like I've been asleep forever.

My hand goes to her face, to stroke her cheek.

- Who would say that this thing of "true love's kiss" was true?

She smiles, and although it's a sad smile, there is also relief for both.

- I understood that it only worked with a prince.

- Well, I think we haven't a prince here, so, you will have to settle with me.

- With pleasure.

Jeanine seeks my arms and rests her forehead on my shoulder. I hug her as hard as I can without hurting her.

I had spent the last week fantasizing about what I would say to her when she was finally agreed, and I surprise myself to just say a simple sentence:

- If you go back to do this to me again, I swear you will sleep on the couch for the rest of your life.

And so, I simply kiss her.