Hello everyone! I got the idea for this short story (it's going to be 5 or 6 chapters long) into my head and I had to write it! For those of you who read my Distance series I will post again soon, but this idea was demanding to be written.
Obviously I am not Veronica Roth, I do not own Divergent or Eric.
Chapter One
"Interesting theory."
I sit straight up in bed, skin coated in cold droplets of sweat, the stiff's words still ringing in my head. The throbbing pain in my foot yanks me from my thoughts and I look around the room, finding myself in a strange bed, in what appears to be a hospital room.
I try to swing my legs over the side of the bed, but the sharp pain that shoots up my leg stops me from moving any further. I hear a pained growl echo through the sparsely filled room, like it is coming from someone else and not from me.
A moment later the door opens and I can hear the soft click of shoes on the hospital floor. My eyes are closed in a pained grimace, but when I hear the newcomer's voice they flash open.
"I have to say," She says with the same humor in her voice that she always had, "You Dauntless sure know how to settle your differences. And to think, I've been settling my arguments with facts and words all these years, when I could just be shooting people."
If I weren't in so much pain right now, I might laugh, "Are all the nurses in this hospital this sarcastic?"
She chuckles as she glances over my chart, "Who said I was a nurse?"
"Oh," I reply with a smirk, "Do you make a habit of wandering into stranger's hospital rooms and posing as their nurse?"
She turns to me, smacking my in the arm, "I'm a doctor idiot, and I definitely wouldn't call you a stranger, Eric."
I nod and try to get out of the bed again, "So can I go…"
She rushes over to my side of the bed, placing a hand on each shoulder, "Whoa, where do you think you're going?" I stop resisting and sit back on the bed, looking to her for an explanation, "The bullet penetrated your foot between your second and lateral cuneiform, you need surgery."
I lie back down on the bed with a sigh, "Damn stiff."
"Stop being a baby," she replies before walking back over to a table and retrieving a set of electrodes and wires. "May I?" She asks softly, seeming slightly awkward.
I don't take my eyes off of her as she lifts the hem of my shirt and places the first lead on my left side. The mixture of the cold air hitting my exposed skin and the warmth of her fingers creates a strange but not unpleasant feeling. "How have you been, Mikala?" I find myself asking, and immediately regretting the fact that I just imitated small talk with someone. What the heck is wrong with me? I'm supposed to be intimidating, a leader of a faction of warriors.
She smiles, apparently grateful for the distraction, "Better than you apparently." She replaces my shirt and grabs the second lead, "I have been well, I completed the medical training a couple of months ago."
"You haven't been a member of Erudite for a full two years much less a practicing doctor and they are letting you near a leader with a knife?" I ask.
She scowls at me for a moment before laughing, "Have you always been such an asshole? Or was this a personality trait you developed after you defected?" She presses the adhesive side of the second lead to the right side of my chest, "I'm not preforming the actual surgery, I was assigned to you because we have history, they figured you would take the news better coming from me."
"You told them about our history?" I ask, raising and lowering my eyebrows suggestively as I say the word 'history'.
She lets out a small growl as she places the third and final lead, "I mean because we were friends as children. Now I think you should try to rest, before I get in trouble for punching one of my patients in the face."
I study her for a moment, "Mikala?"
She pauses and stares right back at me for a moment, her green eyes meeting my grey orbs, "Yes, Eric."
"Is it too late to request another nurse?"
She takes a deep breath and the soft look she had a moment ago is replaced by one of pure annoyance. After a moment she shakes her head and turns to leave. She pauses at the door, like she has something to say, but seems to decide against it and leaves the room without another word.
So, let me know what you think! I love feedback!
