Learning to Let Them In | Fourtris

Chapter 10

I know that she wouldn't be able to walk right away because of 3 reasons. 1. She just woke up. 2. She is sore and tired. And 3. She is still hurt, whether she accepts it or not. So I pick her up and carry her bridal style to the rock and sit her down on the edge. I walk back to where the First Aid Kit is at and grab it.

Once I reach Tris again, I open it up and start to search for things I will need. I grab the Hydrogen Peroxide, gauze, and cotton balls out of the kit. (AN: I have no idea what is all exactly in a First Aid Kit, so bear with me here!) I look at up Tris. "You ok with me doing this," I ask. She looks into my eyes after a couple of moments and nods her head yes. "Ok. Then let's get this over with," I say, and I start working on her leg.

Tris POV

The first thing Four does is drizzles the Hydrogen Peroxide onto my gash. It burns very badly, but I don't want to seem weak, so I just hiss through my teeth, hoping he wouldn't hear. I think I was pretty quiet, but it is hard to tell.

After I couple of seconds, I don't think he did, but then he interrupts my thoughts and says, "Sorry." Ok, so he did hear it. I guess I wasn't as quiet as I thought I was.

He then takes a couple of cotton balls and rubs them across my calf. This doesn't burn as bad as it did the first time. Still burns, but I have been through worse…much worse.

While he is concentrating on my leg, I look at my scars on my hands. I look at every one of them, thinking about how they were formed. I still don't know for sure, but I have guesses. From the impact, burn, or debris, are my best bets. When we crashed, the back of the car was on fire. It was bad.

While I am looking at my scars, I keep looking at Four every once in a while, to make sure he isn't watching me. I don't want him to ask questions. But, he doesn't seem like the type of person who would ask about personal things. Then come back and hurt you. Then again, Eric didn't seem like that person either. But Four is….different. He has a different aroma surrounding him. A mysterious one, but a comforting one as well. He makes me feel safe. In fact, I think that my nap was the only one in the past couple of years that haven't been filled with nightmares. And I know that it was him that made them disappear. I sure wouldn't say that though…I think I would die of embarrassment. Literally.

As I am thinking all of this, his voice penetrates my thoughts…about him. I can't believe I was thinking about him all this time! That's not like me at all to think about someone I have just met too much! But the strange thing is…I don't mind that at all.

I shut out my thoughts and actually start to listen to what he was saying. "Tris…Tris…you in there?" I only then realize that I have been staring at him this whole time. I can feel heat rush to my cheeks and quickly look down, to try and hide the deep red that I'm sure is covering my face. =I hear him quietly chuckle. "Tris, you don't need to be embarrassed. It's fine. I get it. You were lost in your thoughts," he says. Well, that is partly true. I was lost in my though, but little does he know that they were about him.

I slowly look up when I know that my cheeks have returned to their normal color, and can no longer feel heat in my neck and face. I look at him and see his dark blue eyes staring back into my plain blue-gray ones. It is like a staring contest. Eventually Four breaks his gaze and starts to put the stuff back into the First Aid Kit. I just watch.

When he is done, he turns back to me and says, "We better start heading back. With any luck, we will be outside by dark." He then smiles, probably to let me know that he was just joking with me. "C'mon. Let's get going. I will need to give you a ride home. I am pretty sure I am the only one still here and the one that has a car. So…if it is okay with you, you will need to write down an address or something so I can drop you off at the right house," he says.