Alrighty, so first fanfiction! Read it up!

Disclaimer: I definately do not own Divergent or anything concerned with this story. I'm just playing around with some of Veronica Roth's amazing characters.

TRIS POV…..

David shoots the gun twice. I feel a sharp pain…. everywhere, as I press the button to release the memory serum. I see hot, dark blood pool around me…

My mother. Why is my mother here? She stares at me for a long moment, but when I try to speak to her, she just pulls a finger to her lips and shakes her head. She puts her hand under my jaw and rubs a thumb underneath my eyes before she walks away, slowly disappearing.

I try to push myself up, instead collapsing back on the floor, coughing up my own blood. Where did he shoot me?

It takes a while as I writhe around on the floor in pain, but eventually I hear voices. A strong embrace picks me up. It's all I can do to keep my eyes open, to not succumb to the urge to sleep, the urge to just give up.

I'm so tired.

So, so tired.

….

The next thing I remember I'm laying up in a bed, my hair matted and pain coursing through my entire being. I move my arm. I seem to be attached to several machines, one monitoring my pulse, the other with a number on it that I have no idea what it means. I try shifting out of my bed, letting out a strangled moan, but I find that I can't move enough for it. I just give up, but then I feel a soft touch on my leg.

I look over and see a tired figure with dark hair and deep, dark circles underneath his eyes. He looks at me. He hasn't shaved in at least a week, so it takes me a second to recognize him.

"To-?"

"You're awake," He says, relieved, bringing his hand up to my cheek. "Don't talk. Let me tell you what happened: David shot you twice, one bullet went straight through your left thigh, the other hit you in you back and went through your lung. They had to do surgery…. you almost died twice." His somber face shows all the worry he's felt over and over again.

"How long…" I manage to squeak out.

"You've been in a coma for almost three weeks. When I got back they told me you were here, and…. They weren't sure you'd…." He doesn't finish the sentence, but I know where he's going. "But I knew you would be fine." I lean over as he scoots up beside me on the cot, picking me up with even more ease than usual to sit me in his lap. I've lost a considerable amount of weight, but so has he.

"When you get better, we're going to live in an apartment in here, we're going to live in peace, and all of this is going to be over."

I smile shyly, not completely sure that his promise is legit, but I don't argue with him and snuggle my head against his chest.

The next time I wake up my lungs are burning and my head is swimming. I feel a warm spot in the cot where Tobias got up not long ago. I hear the shower going from the open door about ten feet away. My room has a bathroom adjoined to it.

I don't have to wait long before I see Tobias walking out of the bathroom with a towel slung over his longer hair. He still hasn't shaved.

Tobias looks over to me and smiles warmly. "You're up, huh?" He rubs his six o'clock shadow. "What do you think? Should I keep a beard?"

I give Tobias a look. He laughs and raises his palms up. "Okay, okay, I'll go shave." With that, he turns and walks back into the bathroom. I can hear an electric razor buzzing a moment later.

Frankly, I'm tired of being dirty, and I haven't showered in I don't know how long. But I can't really do anything about it. Not right now at least.

A few minutes later I see him come back out, looking a lot more like himself. I smile warmly at him and beckon him over. I kiss him passionately when he gets here, my hand tangled in his collar. He kisses me back equally as passionate, letting me feel every crevice and movement of his lips with mine. I missed this.

I missed him.

I haven't really paid any attention to my stomach or bladder, really, since I was in a coma and because I guess the machines were controlling that for me, but a few hours later I notice that I really have to pee… really. I manage to say a few words to Tobias, who is sitting in a chair beside my bed and flipping through cartoons on the small T.V. bolted into the wall.

"Tobias…." My weak voice rasps. He turns to me with raised eyebrows.

"Hmm? What's wrong, Tris?"

"I… I really have to pee," I whisper. I watch his mouth turn up in a smile. He then nods, pressing a red button beside my cot.

"Well, we have to get a nurse here for that. To get all of your tubes separated and what- not," He says, gently tugging on a cord sticking out from my forearm.

I count the minutes it takes for the nurse to get here. I'm about to start getting ill when five minutes comes around and she opens the door gently. "Beatrice Prior?" The nurse is probably younger, in her late twenties maybe, with dark, wavy brown hair and fair skin.

I cringe at my name, but otherwise nod.

"You feeling okay?" she asks me casually, grabbing my chart out of a slot in the door. I shrug at her.

Tobias helps me since I can't really talk without being in awful pain. "She said she has to, you know… go. But since all of her tubes are connected to these machines, I'm not sure what to do, really."

The nurse smiles. "Well that's good, that means you body's beginning to heal itself." She detaches me from the machines in a few deft movements. Then she grabs my hands helps me to my feet. She seems to be well- trained and professional. I grab onto her when I stand, as my legs aren't very strong. When I do get my footing, I look down and see that I'm covered in only a shirt; one of Tobias's black shirts- and a pair of underwear. Well, there goes my dignity.

After I go to the bathroom, I look in the mirror. My eyes are dull and bloodshot, and my hair is a knotted, greasy matt. I take a strand between my index and middle finger and cringe. My hair hasn't been this bad since I was trapped in the Erudite headquarters.

"Shower…." I whisper, walking carefully over to a small shower next to the wall. The nurse nods at me.

"Make sure you use the handrail if you need it," she says as she walks out of the room. Tobias fills her place.

"You need some help?" Tobias says, sticking his head inside the door. "I mean, I can help you shower, if you want me to. And get you out of those clo-"

I silence Tobias with a look, although I let the corners of my mouth quirk up. I hear him laughing outside the bathroom door, and although I hate it, I have to call him back to help me undress. My muscles just won't work quite right, and when I move wrong, pain shoots up my whole body. But he helps me without commenting, and when I'm fully undressed, he leans down to whisper in my ear, "Beautiful," and kisses me on the lips softly. I can't help but smile back at him. Then he leaves me to shower in peace.

The shower feels so good. I don't take long showers, but I make sure I clean myself fully today. I notice that I can see my ribs much more easily now, and my muscles aren't as healthy as they were before. There is also a stitched oval on either side of my left thigh, looking slightly red and puffy. Tobias says that a bullet went straight through my leg there, but missed the bone. The worst wound is on the skin right outside my lung, right underneath my left breast. I think that's where they did surgery to get the bullet out. It throbs underneath the hot water and sends shooting pains through my entire being when I touch it. But I'm not really worried about it now. I'll get stronger, healthier. It'll just take time. Everything finally seems to be looking up now. Everything finally seems to be looking up now…