Notes: I wanted to make up for the first chapter since it was short. Chapters from here on out will have more content to them.
Chapter Two
It's been a couple of weeks since Eric had busted them from "not doing their jobs," and in all honesty they just went right back to playing around the very next day. If they were in Erudite they'd probably already lost their jobs by now, but since it's dauntless no one really gave a shit. So many cotton balls have been lost in their fights, but since everything is supplied by Erudite anyways, who cares. It's not coming out of their pockets. And anyways, it's in their blood to misbehave, and today was no exception.
Aria was waiting until her patient woke up to give him the bad news. Striker, seemed was getting put into the infirmary a lot in the last two days, and it wasn't looking too good for him.
He opened his eyes after an hour, and was greeted with the image of Aria checking his IV.
"You know…" She started without looking from the monitor, "You have been in here a lot more than you should be, and I just wanted you to be aware of your ranking."
"I can't help it! They keep pairing me up with HUGE opponents! ...How will I ever get over the line?" He trailed off in thought, a look of sadness and almost of doubt washed over his face. It unnerved her that he was in this state of mind. Dauntless never give up, and when faced with challenges they blow it off and plow right through them like it is nothing.
If she was the type to give emotional and motivational speeches and to help the weak, this is was her cue. However, she wasn't that type, so she was just going to play with him instead.
"Fight harder. Unless you want to end up in the morgue." She replied and almost smiled as his eyes met her's with a look of horror to them.
"M-morgue?"
"Yeah, morgue. Didn't they tell you what happens when you fail to pass initiation?" She smiles innocently.
"Wait. WAIT! What do you mean by "didn't they tell you?" Didn't tell me what?" He asked her in a panic. Oh this was getting good.
"Oh? Initiates who fail gets shot in the head and placed in the morgue." She explained. "Are you sure that they didn't tell you?"
"NO! They never said anything about that!" He yelled from the bed, almost in tears.
"Oh. Yeah, they're all shot in the head, and we stick them in the morgue until we figure out what to do with them." She winked.
"What can I do!?" He panicked.
"Like I said before. Fight harder. Fight even when your body tells you that you can do no more, keep fighting. You wont have to worry about being ashes in the wind then. And you seem to be a good kid, Striker. It'd be a shame to lose such great potential."
"I'll try my best!" Striker yelled with blurry eyes.
Aria smiled and patted his shoulder, before removing the IV from his hand and discharging him.
"You should have seen his face when I told him that he'd get a bullet in his head if he didn't pass initiation!" Aria said to Morgan as they were cleaning up for the day.
"I bet it was great, and I'm sad that I missed it." Morgan sighed and refilled the last medical kit.
It was somewhat a requirement in the training room to have a med kit stationary just in case. It wasn't too huge. Just enough so that initiates could get to the infirmary for additional help. Ammonia tabs in case they pass out and they are too big to move. Cotton balls and gauze in case of deep cuts, so they didn't bleed all over the equipment and etc. They said that there was potential for things to rust and what not. Though in her mind, she thought it would give everything a Dauntless touch if there was blood every where. How'd you feel going into training the first day and you see blood all over everything, you'd be excited right? She would.
"You know... You really need to get out and party some. All you do is work, and you don't have anyone special in your life yet. Maybe you should go to the pit tonight. Have some beer, dance, socialize for once in your life. You know. Be Dauntless." Morgan teased.
"Well, first of all-"
"Oh! Wait! Let me prepare for all your facts, diagrams, and spread sheets that you are going to destroy me with!" Morgan dramatically yelled, and picked up a file from the desk to shield her face from her friend. "I think I'm ready."
Aria laughed for a few seconds before she continued where she left off.
"The reason I have no one in my life is because I don't have time for them, or for socializing. Why would I want someone special if I don't have the time to spend it with the other? That'd be pretty low." She huffed at her friend, and stacked her last kit on top of the pile on the desk.
"Can always do one night stands." Morgan said with a smirk.
"Oh, I'd be super popular with all the guys then." Aria said back with sarcasm laced in her voice. "They'd be coming to be in the middle of the day to get their physical exams done early this year. Hey! Wait a minute!"
They both started to laugh and Morgan almost elbowed the med kits off the table and onto the floor.
"I'm pretty sure some lovely Dauntless girls would love to show you a good time as well." Morgan bluntly pointed out.
"Pft. You're right. And you know, I bet a lot of them would be a better lay then most of the men around here." Aria laughed.
"Ari! Are you trying to tell me something?" her friend teased.
"I'm pretty sure it's nothing you've already thought about." Aria winked before looking at the clock.
"Well the med kits are done, now all I have to do is take them to the training room. And look, it already time for you to run. Do me a favor and drink some "beer" for me." she told her friend and waved to usher her out the door.
"Good night Ari!"
After she put away all the medical kits in the training room, she ran to the pit real quick to pick up some dinner to take back to the ward with her. The medical ward was always unlocked in case she wasn't there, so someone could go lay down on a cot or get medical supplies if they needed it. However, she'd always leave a note on the door just in case someone needed her, they'd know where she was headed. Dauntless really needed some kind of pager system. Maybe it would be something to bring up with Max.
She ripped the note of the door as she passed, and sat down behind the desk so she could begin eating her dinner. She was tired of all the fatty and greasy foods, so today she decided to go with two chicken salad wraps, and a bowl of strawberries. She'd never eat it all in one sitting. She usually just ate one, then saved the rest to take home for leftovers.
She had two bites of one of her wraps left, and was thoroughly enjoying it. So much in fact that she didn't realize that someone came in and was standing in front of the desk, waiting for her to notice them.
Looking up as she shoved the last bite in her mouth, she froze when steel blue eyes locked onto hers.
"Oh, please. Don't let me interrupt your dinner, it looked like you were enjoying it." Eric said, his words filled with sarcasm. Nothing new for him.
Chewing as fast as she could she swallowed, before grabbing her water bottle and asking what he needed from her.
"What can I help you with today Eric?" It sounded really genuine, and she was proud of herself as she took a few sips of water.
"I need a pregnancy test." He said bluntly and Aria started to choke on the water.
Her wide eyes met his for a few brief moments before her eyes instantly locked onto his crotch.
"But-" She didn't get the chance to ask because his hand slammed onto the top of the desk and knocked a few things off of it in the process. He had her attention now, as her eye locked on to his yet again.
"It's not for me you shit head! It's for someone else!" He shouted at her. He was beyond pissed, and she wasn't about to ask him about it.
"Sorry I just thought you were going to share something very personal with me." She lightly teased. He wasn't having it however.
"Why do you think you are worthy of knowing anything personal about me? Are you some special snow flake, that needs to stick their nose where it doesn't belong? How about do your fucking job! How is it that every time I come in here, you are slacking off?" He raged, and clenched his hands to keep calm.
Holding her hands up in a defensive and yet submissive way, she stood up.
"I didn't mean anything by it, I was just trying to make a light joke. And I am doing my job, it's just really slow after dinner." She said as she made her way over to the cabinets on the other side of the room.
"Do you just want one? Or do you want two just in case you want a second opinion?" She asked him in a calmer voice, trying to make sure she was calm. She found out that usually; not all the time, but usually if you stayed calm, then he'd stay calm. However, she did know that in some cases where he was highly stressed out, it really didn't matter if you stayed calm or not because he'd rip you a new one either way. And she couldn't help feel that this was one of those days for him.
"I don't fucking know! Just give me one!" He yelled again, his face turning a light shade of pink.
"Okay, here." She said as she after grabbing two small boxes, she turned to find that he had followed her across the room.
Taking them from her hands when she held them out to him, she watched as he examined them. She then went on to briefly explain how it'd work, so he'd have an idea on what to tell his friend or whoever. After that he was almost out the door before she called him back.
"Eric." He looked back at her before he went through the door.
"It's really important that the girl comes in if she's pregnant, so I can check her. I need to know because I'd have to set up a appointment for her to see someone at Erudite because I can only help them so much. I can patch up a wound, but I sure as hell can't tell if a baby is healthy without the right equipment. And Dauntless doesn't have that kind of equipment." She explained.
He just stared at her, and the only thing she got from him was a small "hmpf" and an eye roll, before he walked out of the door.
"A special snow flake huh? I'm gonna have to write that one down." She laughed and went on to clean up the ward before her shift ended.
Author's Notes:
Poor Striker. I wonder if he'll pass or get a bullet in his head. (lol) Striker is not his real name by the way, it's the name that he chose to go by in Dauntless.
I also wonder what's going on with Eric. Can you guess what's happening? I don't want to make it too obvious. :)
And if you want to know what I was implying when Aria looked at Eric's crotch, she briefly thought that he was trans and that he thought he was pregnant. And Eric was mad because he thought she was attacking his masculinity, which she wasn't.
The joke wasn't supposed to be degrading or mean. If it offends anyone please know that it wasn't out of the purpose of hurting anyone's feelings.
Thank you for reading, and I hope you liked the chapter. Review if you want, and I'll get back to you as soon as possible.
