Tris' POV

This feeling...

It's hard to explain...

Have you ever felt such comfort and agony all at once? My chest is on fire as the blood continues to poor, coating me, in a veil of thick, red, liquid. But the rhythmic sway as a new step is taken and the reassuring comfort of those strong arms that hold me close to his chest scream for the equal amount of attention. My body is in a constant battle between pain and comfort as I am carried away, to the infirmary.

My eyes grow heavy so I allow them to close and focus only on the heat radiating off of my companion's chest. This warm feeling lulls me in and out of stages of consciousness.

The sound of pounding footsteps and scream of bewilderment die down and only the swaying remains. Is this how a babe feels as their mothers rock them to sleep? Is this what it feels like to float in the wind as clouds carry you away?

The swaying stops and the heat vanishes as a light is shone into my eyes. "Hello?"A childish voice slurs. "Stiff, you awake yet?" The voice coos again.

"Peter, let her rest." A woman's harsh voice, scolds.

"It's fine." The boy whines. "Look, she can't do anything anyways... She probably won't even remember this."

A firm, warmth presses against my lips...

A kiss... It isn't passionate like Tobias' or sweet and caring like Eric's, this is just pure warmth and lust.

I open my eyes to be greeted by Peter's face, not even a millimetre away from my own. I act on instinct and let a fist fly at his jaw but a large hand catches it mid air and unwraps my fingers from the tight ball.

"I'm out of here." Lynn states before vacating the hospital room.

"What the hell were you doing?" I demand, my voice sore and raspy.

"Just seeing what the big fuss about you was..." Peter shrugs and shuffles farther away from me but still perching on the side of the bed. "I personally don't see what all the fuss over you was about... Tell me, do you try to punch everyone after they kiss you or was this just a special occasion?" He smirks, wiggling his eyebrows also.

I can't answer because I am lost for words. No matter how hard I try to come up with some snarly reply, none will form.

"Eric and Four certainly weren't attracted by your looks so what must it have been?" He continues to taunt.

"It doesn't matter now because one of them is dead and the other refuses to appreciated that I am alive." I snap, crossing my arms over my chest, only to realise that I'm still not wearing a shirt. But that is not what baffles me the most... Where the knife incision once was, it is now merely a grotesque purple and green bruise. Great! Another bruise to add to my extensive collection, plastered all over my body.

Peter clearly catches on with my shock and changes the subject. "Sometimes them nerdy, little, Erudite can come in helpful after all." He hops off the edge of the bed and stands as if waiting for something. "Earth to Stiff? Are you coming or not? The nurses said you could leave when you woke up."

As if all gentleman like, he proceeds to helping me sit up and stand, he even helps me lace up my combat boots. If only he was gentleman enough to find something that I could wear as a shirt. Instead I have to walk all the way back to Zeke's, topless and covered in bruises.

"I have a plan." He whispers, resting his chin on my shoulder before I shrug it off and continue walking.

Tobias' POV

"Were back!" Peter sings as he bursts through the door, followed by Tris... This isn't real.

"Hey, Four!" He calls out, waving like a lunatic before grabbing Tris by her short hair and yanking her towards him.

"If she isn't real then I guess you don't mind if I snap her neck." Peter taunts as he adjust his grip to around Tris' jaw, holding her tighter. "But then again, if she is real then she would also be dead." He ponders, wiggling his eyebrows whilst tightening his grip around Tris' neck. "Ready to find out?" Peter smirks and yanks Tris up, forcing her to stand on tiptoes.

I stare blankly at the scene unfurling before me.

"Hmm... Tris, I guess he doesn't believe you. Such a shame." He pouts sarcastically. "I have been looking forward to this moment." On the last word he yanks her up even higher so her feet barely skim the floor.

This isn't real...

"Peter..." Uriah warns.

"What?!" He spits, nanoseconds before Tris crumples to the floor.

"Oops." Is the only sound that can be heard coming from Peter's lips in this silent room.

I snap back to reality as she falls, aware that I am already too late.

This is real!

This is all too real!

"What the hell did you just do?!" I bellow, rising up out of my seat and pining Peter to the wall behind him, by his neck.

"Oh so now, you are worried about her... funny how literally seconds earlier you were fine with me snapping her neck, not to mention trying to slit her throat a few hours prior, yourself." He says it like a joke as a smile appears on his lips, tugging at the corners of his mouth, revealing polished teeth. "Look what I got." He smirks and holds up an empty syringe in his left hand. "Paralytic Serum." His smile turns into a smirk as he lets out a short laugh.

I immediately release his throat and drop down towards Tris, who lays uncomfortably on the floor.

"Thank you Peter for finally making me realise what an ass I am and at my girlfriend is real. You're welcome Four." Peter has a pretend conversation with himself as I cradle Tris' head in my lap.

"Thank you." I breathe out before placing a delicate kiss on Tris' forehead.

Thank you for being alive...

Thank you for choosing me...

Thank you for not leaving me...

Thank you for being in my life...

Thank you for letting me fall in love with you...

Thank you for choosing Dauntless, I don't know what I would have done without you...

But most importantly... Thank you for hurting me, because you made me realise what love is...

Love is the constant battle of getting hurt and healing, choosing who you give the power to inflict that pain upon you to. I chose Tris. I chose to love her and consequently chose to let her hurt me.

Love is pain... But this pain should never, ever be physical.

Love is the emotional pain that is letting others control how you feel...

Losing self control over your emotions and allowing another to control them for you...

Intentional or not.

A/N

This is the last shortish chapter before the game properly continues. I promise!

Please give me your feedback on this chapter since this scene means so much to me... I have been
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