Who: Tris and Chris
Setting: Their room after everything
Warning: a little NSFW
The doctor had kept Tris overnight, though it seemed like he was more worried that he’d missed something rather than Tris being that bad off. And once he was cleared, Christian was relieved that he seemed steadier on his feet. That said, Christian wasn’t doing too hot himself. The punch he’d taken had resulted in a bruise that spread across his chin and jaw, and he had bruises of handprints up and down his arm. Plus, what little he’d slept had been in a chair and the ache in his back was unimaginable. At least they’d given Tris some clean scrubs to wear back to their room, but Christian was still in who knew how many day old clothes, ones that he was considering throwing away just to never look at them again.
He let them into their apartment, relieved that it seemed quiet, then headed right into their room, carrying Tris’ clothes and their bag that had miraculously made it back to the boat with them. In a very not Christian move, he just dropped everything on the loveseat, not putting it away, not yet. He was too worn out. Too broken from all of it.
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