Divergent Series: Quotes

#14

(Insurgent)

Tobias reached for my left arm, helps me to my feet, and starts running. I stumble after him. Each time my foot hits the ground, pain slices into my head, but I can't stop. I blink tears from my eyes. Run, I tell myself, as if that will make it easier. Tobias's hand is rough and strong. I let it guide me around a corner.
"Tobias," I wheeze.
He stops, and looks back at me. "Oh no," he says, brushing my cheek with his fingers. "Come on. On my back."
He bends, and I put my arms around his neck, burying my face between his shoulder blades. He lifts me without difficulty and holds on to my leg with his left hand. His right hand still holds the gun.