well hello all of you wonderfully amazing readers. I'm back with chapter 3! I realized a couple of days ago that the Divergent archive only has like three sickfics. I challenge you guys all to wrote one, because hey, you can't go wrong with FourTris fluff, am I right? Okay, okay, I'll stop talking (or should I say typing) and let you read. :)

The next morning, I decide to go upstairs to Tobias' apartment to check on him. Last night he assured me that he was feeling much better, but I'm not really sure, knowing that he is not enjoying feeling so weak from something as simple as an illness. I chuckle to myself and quietly open the door. I'm mildly surprised to find Tobias still asleep, even though I know that I should of expected it. I don't want to wake him, so I quietly take a seat in a chair on the other side of the room.

I think I sit here in this position for a few hours, I'm not quite sure. I'm sure that I've missed training today though; that won't help my ranking at all. Oh well, my boyfriend (wait, what?) is sick and he needs me, so I'm not going to worry about rankings until he's recovered. After a while, he finally opens his eyes a crack and flashes a small smile, which progressively gets bigger as he sits up and yawns.

"Morning Tris," Tobias says. I notice that he sounds much better, even though he is still a little bit hoarse.

"Hey," I grin back. "Feeling better?"

"Yeah, I'm feeling great." Another yawn.

"You still look awfully tired though," I observe. Tobias shrugs and motions for me to come closer. I tentatively take one step closer.

"Oh, come on Tris, come closer. I won't bite." Despite his illness, Tobias still has an extremely attractive, almost shy, smile on his face.

"Maybe you won't bite, but you can still get me sick." I retort. After a few seconds hesitation, I walk over and sit down on the bed. "Okay fine, you got your wish."

After a while, I find myself relaxing, my head resting on my boyfriend's chest. I'm listening to the steady beating of his heart and slowly drifting off. I know that I probably should stay awake, but before I know it, I've fallen into a deep sleep.

When I wake up again, we are still in the same position, but I have a feeling that I- or maybe we- slept for a long time.

"What time is it?" I ask groggily, sitting up. I forgot my watch...

"Good afternoon, beautiful." Tobias mumbles. "It's about three pm." I suddenly have this strange urge to be closer to him, and not realizing the consequences of my actions, I scoot closer and plant a kiss on his lips. I don't want to pull away, but I finally do, because I have to breathe. A sudden coughing fit from Tobias brings me back to my senses.

"Oh. My. Gosh." I say slowly. "TOBIAS EATON! HOW COULD YOU?! NOW IM GOING TO GET SICK TOO!"

"Well, to be fair," he replies smoothly. "You kissed me willingly. I mean, it's not like Jeanine put you on a simulation to make you kiss me so that you get deathly sick and die."

"Stop it," I say firmly. "Just... Don't joke about simulations. They really freak me out."

"Okay, okay," Tobias laughs. "No more joking about simulations. Gotcha."

"Oh, gosh, I already feel sick." I say worriedly. "Do I look pale to you? Do I feel any warmer than usual?"

"Tris, I had no idea that you were a hypochondriac..." He chuckles.

"Because I'm not!" I say defensively. "I just know that you shouldn't kiss sick people!"

"Tris, Tris, calm down. You're not sick. At least not yet."

"How do you know?" I ask, still feeling a tad bit defensive.

"Because," Tobias sighs. "There is no way that whatever virus that is attacking me as we speak has somehow attacked you too in about five minutes. That's just crazy, because it would take a couple of days for you to actually get sick, definitely not a few minutes."

"Well..." I stop and consider this for a minute. Maybe he is right. "...now you sound like am Erudite."

After bidding Tobias goodnight and making sure that he's getting to bed all right, I head down to the transfer initiates dormitory, where I sleep, and start getting ready for bed.

"Okay, where have you been?" Christina demands playfully. "First you missed fear landscapes, then I don't see you for the entire weekend, and then you missed training today, what's up?"

"Oh, uh... I've just been a little... Preoccupied." I reply awkwardly.

"With what?" She asks. I am extremely relieved when Will stumbles into the room, coughing violently.

"What's up with you?" Christina asks.

"Got a cold..." Will answers. "Apparently half of the Dauntless born initiates have it too, and an instructor."

Christina glances over at me, and I do my best to look like I'm not hiding anything. I'm very relieved when she turns back to Will, puts a friendly arm around him, and leads him over to bed. I think that going to bed might be a good idea for me too, so I quickly change into something more comfortable and curl up on my bed. In just a few short minutes, I fall into a nice, deep sleep.

When I wake up, the first thing I notice is my achy head.

Ooh, what could be wrong with Tris? While I still have your attention (I do still have your attention, right?) I wanted to give a shoutout to one of my really good friends (in real life too), Beatricemelarkholmeseaton. She writes amazing stories about Divergent and The Hunger Games, and I think a few other Fandoms but I can't remember what they're called... Oops. Anyway, make sure to go read her stories. Bye for now, and DFTBA!