It's the strangest feeling, waking up from something like that. 

One moment you're in awful, agonizing pain, the next, you're laying peacefully on a bed, no feeling whatsoever. 

I can barely open my eyes before tears begin streaming down them. I let it happen, let the strange memories and the hopelessness overtake me. My muscles tense as the tough shell I've always held disintegrates, and I wince in pain each time I breath. 

I try and bring my body farther up, but instead scream as the excruciating ache courses through my body. I can hear a loud beep increasing in volume, making my ears ring. I sob, so overwhelmed, it's like my body can't handle it. Or, maybe I just can't handle it. 

The sound of footsteps shuffling in scares me, and I wince. 

Some young nurses immediately order me to lie back, and one offers a smile, wiping my tears. I sniffle, still grimacing as the other administers some sort of medication. 

I begin relaxing, my muscles falling to my sides. My eyelids suddenly feel so heavy, and I can't contain the urge to let them fall. 

In the split second before I'm once again pulled into that sweet luxury of sleep, I can just make out a tall figure walking in, but there is no time to ponder who it might be. 

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The second time my mind is pulled back to reality is harder, but more relaxing. 

The pain is gone, truly gone. 

I slowly open my eyes, grateful to only have the soft glow of a lamp for light. I suck in a breath, the oxygen breathing life into my tired body. 

I see a figure sitting next to me, snoring softly. With everything in my heart I want to believe it's Tobias, or even my brother. My body relaxes just at the thought. 

"H-Hello?" I whisper, barely able to sit up without my muscles giving out. 

He breaths sharply, opening his eyes. 

Tears sting my own as he glares at me. 

"Beatrice, you're awake!" David exclaims, smiley wickedly. 

I feel so helpless, so vulnerable, and my lack of energy tells me this room might be draining me. 

I just started crying, defeated. There truly was nothing left for me to do. My eyes felt swollen and my nose ran, yet I didn't care how awful it must look.

David frowns, "Don't be upset, please. You are all I have left!" 

I look up, sniffling, "W-what do you mean?" 

He sighs, that sinister gleam returning to his expression, "You let them out. Everybody got out. But you and your little friend." 

There is at least some sort of relief, knowing that all of those people escaped. I should've waited. I should've told Matthew and waited for backup. But how many people would have died? David could have released the vapor that made us go extinct. 

I did the right thing, no matter what happens to me. 

"So, what's going on?" I mutter, looking at my hands, "Why didn't you just kill me?" 

He laughed maniacally, as if the answer was obvious, "Beatrice, you were the only one. If you were the only divergent I had left in my possession, then why would I get rid of you? Who else could I experiment on?" 

"I thought you were done experimenting. You got what you wanted." I mumble, still staring blankly. 

He sighs once more, "Well you see, once you let Peter out, I lost much of my progress. Your classmates had all been injected to gain more abilities, and he contained my reversal serum. So all I have left is you." 

I bite my lip, wanting to cry again, but I don't let it happen. I deserve this. Everything is my fault and it's only right for me to take the blame and get the punishment. I deserve this. 

"Okay." I whisper, "Do whatever you want. I don't care anymore." 

He smirks, "Now, that's the spirit."

I look around again, not yet meeting his eyes. "Where are we? This is not the same place." 

He nods, "How observant. You're correct, we are in a different location. You've been here before." 

It hits me like a brick wall, "Are we in..

"California." He finishes for me. This room is vaguely familiar, I remember being in here once or twice when I was younger. 

This was the only room I was treated with respect, it's where my wounds were tended for. With the others David seems to have not cared, but now, with me, he does.

I lay back down, turning a bit to the side. I listen as he exits the room, and when he finally does, I begin sobbing. They rack my body, making my tense muscles ache. I scream into my pillow until my throat is raw, and even then I sob more. 

Some part of me wants all of this to end. I want David to just retry that last shot. 

But the rest of me burns with passion, knowing I have to get out. For everybody that looks up to me. For those I saved. For my classmates. For my friends. For Tobias. For my family. 

I try my best to breath, to relax. It's going to be okay, It has to be. 

I use my weak arms to lift myself, but fall back down. 

Come on Tris. This isn't you. Come on Six. It isn't that hard. 

I cringe, muscles burning as I sit up, swinging my legs over the edge of the bed. I breath deeply and heavily, that small task draining every ounce of energy. 

I look down at my arms and legs, noticing how scrawny they look in this hospital gown. No, they have physically gotten scrawny. Being out for a day, maybe a few days, would not have done this. How long have I been out? 

More importantly, how much longer must I be in here?