(Starts from Chapter 54, Allegiant)

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(Tobias POV)

I walk slowly to the hospital room that Tris stays in. There are tears pooling in my eyes, but I blink them away. I won't cry. I can't cry. New tears come but I won't let them fall, not until I have the definate answer. I mean, maybe the doctors were wrong. Maybe it's too much to hope for, but it's not entirely impossible. The thought is probably the only thing stopping me from sitting down in a corner and crying for the rest of my life. That wouldn't do Tris much justice, I think to myself, she wouldn't want that, I would never do that.

Caleb walked over to me, and tapped me on the shoulder. I turned around to listen to what he had to say. I stare at him expectantly. His face was tear stained, I'd almost forgotten he was Tris' brother. Well, after what he'd done... If I were Tris he would NOT be counted as a brother. But I'm not Tris, and I know that she would want me to hear him out. He starts to say something, but he sounds like a strangled cat, so he clears his throat and starts to speak, "Um...she wanted me to tell you..." Caleb starts. "What did she want to say?" I demand. "That she...that she didn't want to leave you." Caleb chokes out. I want to say something, but my voice has seemingly stopped working, so instead I just nod.

If she didn't want to leave me, then why did she go? I ask myself, even though I know the answer. She wanted to be the selfless girl that her parents had always taught her to be; she wanted to be like them. I used to think of them as the perfect Abnegation family; always helping others, just like an Abnegation family should. Tris' family had lived just across the street; whenever I was allowed out of the house I would see them and tbeir house. Caleb, though? Not very 'Abnegation' of him to let his sister die in the hands of Jeanine Mathews.

Cara told me she had been shot, but my Tris? Shot? My Tris was strong; she could recover from anything...She couldn't just die, not like that! I feel a hand gently pat my shoulder. For a second I thought it was Tris! I looked behind to find Christina standing behind me, Cara standing a respectful distance behind us; she probably wanted to see Tris too. I take a deep, shaky breath and open the door. Christina and I walk in, Cara following. As she shuts the door, I take a look at Tris. Her blue grey eyes are wide, but her mouth is set into a smile and she looks happy. She managed to complete what she wanted, I remember Cara telling me, that must be why she looks pleased. I can almost beleive that she will wake up and wonder why Christina's face is tear stained, or why I look so shocked. Her cheeks still have that red rosy glow. I take Tris' hand in both of mine. Behind me, Christina is holding onto Cara, as if to steady herself; I see she is looking at the heart monitor, not Tris. It shows a straight line, indicating no pulse. But then why is her skin still warm?