Chapter 46: 

Tobias' Perspective

   I can barely see her, but it's her. I am so close to her I just need to run faster. I am about two yards away from her when I see all of the bruises and split skin on her face. It doesn't look like her at first, but her long brown hair gives it away.

    "She's losing too much, HURRY UP!" the nurse shouts. Too much what? Her eyes aren't opening like I hoped they would. I grab hold of her foot and stare down at her as Tris grabs the side of the gurney. I let go of her foot and grab the gurney.

    "Tobias!" Tris shouts. I look at her, and see where she's staring at. I look down to see a huge gash on Natalie's leg. It's gushing blood, and I place my hand over my mouth to keep myself from throwing up all over the place.

They turn off, and push her into a different room. They shut the door in my face and Tris falls into my arms, crying. "She is bleeding too much!" she yells. I nod and cry into her hair. Will she even stay? Will she leave Tris and I behind?

I remember how pale her skin looked just a couple seconds ago. She had never looked so pale, so helpless. Tris starts to fall to the floor, so I go down with her. I wrap my arms around her torso, and she clings to my chest.

She presses her face to my chest, and her tears seep through my shirt and I can feel her warm tears. It is hurting me to see her cry, feel her tears against my chest, hear her yelling out Natalie's name. I've always hated seeing her this way.

It pains me every single time something like this happens, I either have to see her or Natalie cry. I barely hear the doctor's yell over our crying, but I can just barely make out what he's saying. "WE NEED A BLOOD DONOR!!!!" he shouts.

I see the door swing open, and he almost trips over us. "ONE OF YOU HAVE TO GIVE BLOOD!!!" he shouts at us. Tris and I shoot up, and I wipe my eyes. "I will." I say, my voice strained. Tris' body wracks forward.

    "THEN COME ON!" he yells. He pulls me into the room, shutting the door in Tris' face. "Hey!" I say. But before he can say anything more, I see Natalie laying on the bed. There is blood literally gushing from her wound in her leg.

I gag, and fall onto the floor. Don't throw up. Don't- My thoughts are interrupted by the vulgar taste of bile. I swallow, and the doctor yanks me up. He throws me in a chair and I refuse to look at Natalie's wound. Instead I look at her face.

Pale, worn, but still beautiful. There is an oxygen mask covering her mouth. I feel tears escape from my eyes. I feel a sharp pain in my arm, and wince as I look down. I see that the doctor has already put the needle in my arm and is draining blood from it.

I look back at Natalie and hear the heart monitor slowing down. "HURRY UP WITH THAT BLOOD, WE'RE LOSING HER!" shouts one of the nurses. I look back over at her innocent face, and close my eyes. Hurry, I'm losing her.

    "I'M DONE!" shouts the doctor. He pulls the needle out, and I see a big bag of my blood. I feel very dizzy and sway in my chair as I see him run over to Natalie. I lay back in the chair, and my head is spinning. I feel so sleepy.

I sit in the chair, and want to get up to go back to Tris but my legs won't cooperate. I see them putting stitches on her leg and stabbing a needle in her arm. I am so tired.....

The nurses back away slowly, their hands stained with Natalie's blood. They come and help me up and drag me out the door. They set me beside Tris, who is sitting next to the door frame. She is crying.

    "Tobias, are you okay?" she mutters staring at me. "I-I'm just really tired. I have no idea how much blood they took from me." I say. I lean on her shoulder. "Is she okay?" she says through sobs. "I have no idea." I say.

She buries her face in my neck and sobs. I place my hand on her head, and stroke her hair. I close my eyes, and fight off sleep.

When Natalie was born I always thought she would have an amazing childhood, much better than mine. But from the looks of it, her childhood is coming up to be worse than mine. Yes, I have been beaten, lied to about my mother's death, and lastly having to live with Marcus. There are so many other things I could name, but Natalie has me beaten with a messed up childhood. But I don't think that is worse than what Natalie has gone through.

My childhood was pretty messed up, but Natalie's is far worse. After she got her powers, things slowly started falling apart. I suddenly realize how much she wanted to turn herself in. She saw how many people were getting hurt and killed. She saw how much pain Tris and I were in. I open my eyes.

    "Tobias?" Tris asks shakily. "Yes?" I reply. "Am I still going to be a mother?" she says. I feel my stomach drop, and tears fall from my eyes. I hear her sob loudly, and my sobs mix with hers. She wraps her arms around me, and I wrap my other arm around her waist and hold her close.

I think about Tris' question and reverse it.

Will I still be a father?

Tris' Perspective

    I try and imagine my life without Natalie. Who will make me laugh more than she does when I'm upset? Who will help me make dinner while Tobias goes to the market? Whose laughs will I hear coming from her room? Who will I bring warm tea to after training? What will I do with myself once she's gone?

    "Tris, don't say that." Tobias whispers through sobs. "But will I?" I say shakily. I cry harder. He knows he can't answer that.  He doesn't know. But I need to know. I hear a door open and look up. The doctor stands there, waiting for us to stand up.

I stumble to my feet, and wipe my cheeks. "Mhhm?" I mumble. "You are able to see her." he says. I nod and see nurses walk from the room, their arms covered in blood. Natalie's blood. I taste bile.

I walk into the room, and stare at a girl who looks nothing like my daughter. But it is. It's her. I walk to the bedside and stare at her. Her face is bruised and scratched. She has an oxygen mask on, and her eyes are not open. Why would they?

    "Natalie...." I whisper and touch her cheek softly. Her brown hair has tangles in it, and she is deathly pale. She looks dead, but the heart monitor tells me otherwise. Tears fall from my face, and fall onto her. They are not singeing.

I feel Tobias take my hand and squeeze. I take Natalie's hand and squeeze both of their hands. The slight freckles that use to line her nose. She only has about ten from what I'm counting. Her freckles used to be the palest features on her face, but now they stand out from her pale skin.

     "I'm not going to be a mother, am I?" I say. "Tris, stop." he mumbles. "I know...." I whisper. I hear the door open again and the doctor walks in. "We have found all of her injuries." he says. I place Natalie's hand at her side and turn around.

    "What?" Tobias says. "Her nose is fractured, three broken ribs, her left leg is broken, and her left ankle is crushed." he says. I wince and stare over at Natalie. "We haven't put on her casts yet, we just got the X-rays." he says. I nod and Tobias kisses the top of my head, and I hear him sob.

    "When can she go home?" Tobias mumbles. "We haven't decided yet. She isn't very stable yet, as you probably saw that gash on her right leg." he says. I nod and squeeze Tobias' hand. I realize that we can't go back home. The safe house has been destroyed, and they're practically waiting for us at home.

I realize that we have one other option. "We could live at the Factionless territories for awhile." I say. "Tris, we haven't been there in forever." he says. "I know, but it's the only place we can hide." I whisper. He nods.

    "We suggest that you leave so-" says the doctor but Tobias interrupts him. "We're not going anywhere." he hisses. The doctor sighs. "It's going to take months for her to heal, though." the doctor says. We're going to have to hide her. She can't fight. Wait, there is still one other option.

I just need three hundred dollars.

Tobias' Perspective

    The doctor leaves the room, and Tris pulls away from me. She stands in front of me and stares at me with a mischievous look. "I know how to get her to be able to fight." she says. "But I thought we weren't gonna let her fight." I say.

    "She has Dauntless coursing through her veins, of course she's gonna fight." she retorts. I sigh. "Okay, I know it's not safe but we can't just leave her in the Factionless territories by herself." she says. I nod.

She wraps her arms around my waist and I hold her by the bend in her waist. I kiss the top of her head. She turns her head and kisses me. I kiss back, and her fingers move. I feel a slight caress on my butt. Now?

I moan into her mouth, and she pulls away. "Not now." she whispers. She fumbles with her pocket and smiles. I nod. "I'm gonna go to the Amity hospital, I'll be back soon." she says starting for the door. 

I grab her wrist and tug back a little. "Wait, why?" I say. She turns to look at me. "I'll be back soon." she says. She pulls away. Her smooth hands slip from my rough hands. I run straight for the door and block it off.

    "Why?" I say. She sighs and looks up at me. "Because I need to go, I'll be back soon. Please don't do this, just stay here with Natalie, please." she says. I shake my head. "I'm coming with you." I say. "No, you're staying here with Natalie." she says.

    "Then let me go." I say. "No, I have to do this. Tobias move." she says, a little agitation in her voice. "Tris, please." I say. She looks at the ground and taps her foot. She looks up at me with tears in her eyes.

    "Tobias, I have to do this. Now MOVE." she shouts as tears fall from her face. Her yelling scares me a bit, enough to make me move. She reaches up, and grabs the back of my neck and leans me down. Her forehead touches mine, and she sighs.

    "I love you." she says. "I love you too." I say. She kisses me hard, and I kiss back. She pulls away before the kiss can get any deeper. She lets go of me, and opens the door. Then she looks back at Natalie and smiles. The door closes.

I sigh, and walk back over to Natalie and sit in the chair next to her bed. I stare at her face. I can't just sit here and cry. She wouldn't do that. She'd speak to me even though I couldn't hear her. She would not cry.

    "I hope you're not mad, but you're not gonna get your phone back for a long time." I say. I snicker to myself. "It blew up, by the way." I say. I sigh. "I'll buy you a new one as soon as all of this is over, I promise." I say.

Why did Tris leave? I stand up and stare at Natalie. I put my hands in my back pockets and sigh. Wait, something feels different. My wallet is gone. She took my wallet. That's what the butt caress was. But why did she take it?

    "Damn it, Tris!" I say out loud. I look down at Natalie and her eyes flutter open. "Daddy?" she whispers through the oxygen mask.

Natalie's Perspective

   Something is not right. Something is wrong, very wrong. "Natalie." Dad says. He grabs my hand and squeezes. Tears fall from his face, and so do mine. "Daddy, why am I alive?" I say. I should be dead. Why am I not dead?

    "They saved you." he says. "Who?" I croak. Everything hurts. Every freaking thing hurts. "Aunt Marlene, Aunt Christina and Uncle Zeke saved you before you were executed." he whispers. I feel so weak, so helpless.

Gosh, everything hurts. So bad. "GET THE DOCTOR IT HURTS!!!" I screech. Dad jumps up and runs out into the hallway. I yell out in pain. The pain just hit me. It's getting hard to breathe. My chest hurts. "DADDY!" I scream.

The doctor runs in and nurses follow. I do not see Dad. "Rate your pain from one to ten." one of the nurses say. My breathing slows, and I'm starting to wheeze. "Twelve." I croak. Hot tears pour down my face.

    "NATALIE!" I hear Dad shout. I yell out, and it's sounds like I'm coughing. It feels like someone is digging into my flesh with a heated knife. My lungs feel like they're collapsing. My nose hurts. Why does my nose hurt?

I yell out as something hard lands on my left ankle. I scream as loud my collapsing lungs will allow me to. I realize that I'm not lighting. When I scream like this, usually sparks shoot from my fingers. Why is it not happening?

I bite hard on my tongue and close my eyes. I scream, again, as the doctors move me onto a gurney. I scream again. I try to breathe to distract me from the pain, but I can't. Dad appears by my side, and I see him put his hands on the side of the gurney as the roll me down the hall.

I reach from his hand, and take it. His tears fall onto my hand, and they don't singe. Why? I scream out, and Dad cries harder. I wheeze, and taste blood. I bit my tongue too hard. The pain takes over my body, and it feels like my frame is nothing but pain.

I am picked up again. Dad lets go of my hand, and I scream again. My head is pounding. Breathe.... But I can't. I hear the doctors and nurses shouting, but my own yells of pain drown them out. Just let me go, it all hurts too much to live....

Dad comes to my side again and I stare into his eyes to try and distract me from the pain because clearly, breathing was not working out for me. Tears fall from his face, and it hurts me that he has to see me like this. It killed me to see him laying in the hospital bed.

I feel things poke my arms, and then my eyes close. No, closing them means death. I don't want death. My eye lids fight to open, my eyes long for light, not darkness. Why won't they open? Open, open, open! 

My eyes remain closed.

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