So, this is the final chapter. Thank you for all of the feedback!

Tris is showing the doctors up, it has been a week and they are discharging her from the hospital. I remember the look on Evers' face whenever she got off the bed and walked to the bathroom, by herself. To tell you the truth, I was only a little surprised. She hates being taken care of. Apparently, everybody we know pitched in to make the apartment more suitable for two people. I haven't left the hospital, as usual. I went with her on walks down the halls, and helped her with everything I possibly could. And she has vehemently refused to let me sleep anywhere but in the bed beside her. She has started to gain color again, but the weight that has gradually fallen off will take a while to bring back.

I am currently walking back to our room from the lobby. Christina went shopping for some clothes for Tris seems how the ones she had before don't fit and she basically had to wear scrubs for the past three years. Cara brought an outfit for her to wear home today, seeing as she works here. She hadn't woke up when I left the room, so when Cara called and said that she had left the clothes in the lobby. Zeke and Shauna actually brought me a small duffel bag the morning after she rejoined us in consciousness. I step through the door into the room to find, nothing. She isn't in her bed.

"Tris?"

I hear a muffled sound coming from behind the door to the bathroom.

"What?"

"I said I'm in here!"

"Okay, Cara brought some clothes by, do you want me to leave them out here?"

"Just crack the door open and slide them in"

I do as she asks just as Evers walks in.

"I'd like for her to visit once a week so we can monitor her to make sure her progress continues. This rate of progress is very unusual, so I'd like to stay safe and keep tabs just so we don't err on the side of caution."

"Okay, I'll talk to her about that, and we'll let you know before we leave"

"If it is more…convenient for you, I have a private office a couple of blocks away."

Considering our history with this particular building, that would be a less…unnerving location. But, I don't ask for the address right away because I'm not even sure that Tris will agree to be "monitored" once a week.

I hear the bathroom door open and look over.

"I don't understand what the big deal is, why you have to talk to me. Can't he just override what I say anyway? Because I'm the patient?"

"Yeah, probably. But anyway, what do you think?

"I guess, as long as I don't have to come here once a week"

As we search for Evers, I can't help but notice the way she cringes at certain parts of this building. The building itself hasn't changed much, even though the world around it has.

"Why don't you go wait outside and let me find him? He might even be back at the room by now. I'll meet you outside."

She gives me a funny look, but turns around and heads in the direction of the exit, anyway. On my hunch, I walk back to the room.

After that conversation is over, I immediately walk out of the building in search of Tris. After a quick scan of my surroundings, I find her sitting on one of the benches.

"So?"

"He gave me the address, and I know where it is. He said to come by next Tuesday, around 2:00"

"Okay, so, where to now?"

As I lead her home, neither of us speak. I wish I knew what is going through her head.

When we walk through the door, I see that our friends erased all evidence of the coma. The machinery is gone, both of the beds have been replaced with a single, larger bed.

I leave her to look around, while I go into the bathroom to shower. When I exit, I find her in the kitchen.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm looking for something to eat"

"Okay, here. Let me help"

We find that the cabinets have been stocked with food. After we have eaten, I send her to go rest, while I do the dishes.

We're going to be okay. I waited for her, for as long as I cared to. I will not leave her just because she requires some… help. I'll take care of her for the rest of her life, if that's what it takes. But knowing her, she will try to refuse that help. The time made me mature, and her as well. We're not the same people that made those choices three years ago. I'm sure that she would probably make the same choice over again, but I would have given mine more thought. I might've stayed behind, and sent somebody else to give the serum. But then, everything would have been different. So, I don't regret what happened. It lead us to where we are today, more mature and able to understand who we are and who the other is. So, if I had it to do all over again, I would still wait for her.