I awoke in an unknown territory, alone. I looked around clawing at my memory trying to explain to myself why I was here and what had happened. Four walked in holding a bunch of flowers tied clumsily with a flimsy bit of string.
'You're awake.' He dropped the flowers at the foot of my bed and pulled me into a warm embrace.
'What happened? Where am I? Why am I hear?' I tried to sit up but was stopped by a sharp pain in my back and Four who eased the aching in my spine.
'Slow down.' He warned.
'I told you some pretty shocking things and I behaved quite bluntly, I'm sorry. You fainted and I carried you to the dauntless hospital. You've been here for five days, unconscious.'
Now I remembered. Tris was dead. The room began to spin once more at the processing of this news but I managed to slow the violent nausea down.
The days passed on slowly and, three days later, I was walking and back in my own bed. Those were a long three days...
