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That morning, I woke up confused, about why I dreamt about Four. Clearly, I am sleep deprived, if I am dreaming about him. I get dressed in my scrubs, wait for Chris in the living room, and go to the hospital. The next few days and week at clinical are boring as hell, and much of the same as the very first day minus my run in with Four. I was gaining more confidence as a nurse each day. Four would see me on the unit occasionally, and we would nod at one another, maybe say hello, ask one another how their day was going, but that was all the conversation that happened between us.

Four, for some unknown reason, would sit with me at my lunch table, on the opposite end, when I didn't have to meet up with Marcus to discuss what was going on. The odd thing was, Four, would just sit there, never saying a word to me. We were both silent, in our own worlds. At lunch, I would often catch him looking at me, when I wasn't looking, and when I would look up at him, he would quickly look down at his plate. He always seemed to be deep in thought about something. I always wondered what he was concentrating so hard on. I wanted to know, but I never got the courage up to ask. Our routine like this continued for weeks. I brought it up to Chris one day on our drive into the hospital, and she said: "Maybe, he is trying to get you to make the first move."

I shrugged my shoulders as I thought about it, wondering why Four was scared of me, or even if he was scared of me. That morning, I decided that I would confront him at lunch tomorrow. However, that day never came because, Marcus, decided it would be a great day to meet with all of us and verbally attack all of us, during our lunch hour. Four, he was nowhere to be seen on the unit, much to my chagrin.


Time Skip


During the past few weeks, there had been some rumors flying around the unit, about a hot new resident named Dr. Eaton, that all the nurses were eyeing. The rumors were about how easy he was on the eyes, but how he had a bit of a temper, how he was arrogant, how he could be intimidating at times, but also a bit of an ass too.

As I was waiting for Tori, one morning, I overheard one of the nurses say, "He is so good looking. I wish, I wasn't married, otherwise, I would go after him."

"Please, girl. You should still go after him, your husband would never know." I roll my eyes at the statement as I try to focus on the computer screen,

"I wonder if he has a girlfriend."

"I know right, he is so hot."

I hear one nurse, in particular, say, "Dr. Eaton, came flying through here like a bat out of hell last night."

"Who pissed him off?"

"Amanda did."

"I guess, she called him about something that wasn't important while he was on call. Something about a diet order, at two in the morning. Then she tried to make a move on him once he was here. Dr. Eaton didn't take too kindly to her advances, and he screamed at her in front of the whole night shift."

"Poor girl."

I roll my eyes at all the gossip that I am hearing this morning. I feel like I am back in high school again. Finally, Tori shows up, and we start our morning. She gives me a few patients to care for off her load, and I ask for help from her when I need it. The whole day, I secretly wonder, if Dr. Eaton is as bad as the rumors say he is.

One day, before the end of my shift, I ask Tori, my curiosity getting the best of me, as I say, "I haven't seen this Dr. Eaton yet, that everyone keeps talking about, is he as bad as all the nurses make him out to be?"

Tori smiles, as she looks up from her computer screen, as she says, "Don't believe everything that you hear around here. Dr. Eaton has a no-nonsense attitude about him. He isn't that bad. As a nurse, you just have to be able to handle someone like him. Sometimes, someone like him, their ego gets too big, and they need to be knocked down a few pegs. You need to show him respect in order to earn respect from him. The doctor and nurse relationship is a two-way street."

Throughout the week, I find myself often daydreaming about Four, and wondering where he is, and what he is doing. I find myself wondering if he has changed units because he has disappeared. The thought makes me sad when I think about the potential of never seeing Four again, and it wasn't because I hoped for anything romantic, it was because I wanted to be his friend after he saved me from Marcus, that one time.

At the end of one clinical day, Christina runs down into the lobby, from the OR, as she says excitedly, "I saw Dr. McHotty today! Oh, girl, you should see him perform surgery, and work in an OR. He is amazing. When are you going to do something about him? If you don't soon, I may have to take matters into my own hands and push him in your direction. I might even have to do something about him myself!"

I smile at her as I say, "First of all, Dr. McHotty, hasn't been on the unit at all, otherwise, I probably would have made a move already, and secondly, don't you have a boyfriend already? Why are you eyeing another man?"

Christina laughs, saying, "Just because I'm dating Will, doesn't mean that I can't look. It just means that I can't touch. I need to have some eye candy during my long dull day." She smirks at me as I shake my head, giggling, " You are too much, Chris. I don't know if Will is going to be able to handle you."


Time skip the Friday before the Will and Christina's date


I wake up with an uneasy feeling in my stomach. My first thought is this is not going to be a good day. That day at clinical is a nightmare. Most of my patients' are experiencing complications in one form or another. I have lab results coming back at rapid rates, that require a doctor's attention. The doctor assigned to most of my patients' is, of course, a resident. It is the one who, all the nurses have continually been gossiping about over the past few weeks, but I have never seen with my own eyes, this good-looking resident. I keep paging the resident like Tori instructed me to, to update about the critical lab values, and about the patients' who keep progressively getting worse with time. This resident isn't answering his pages, and it is pissing me off to no end.

Everyone on the unit seems to be in a bad mood today, and it is starting to rub off on me as well. The situation with this resident isn't helping any. There are whispers in the halls, that the new residents are especially horrible at being doctors at the moment, and think that they are God's gift to mankind, due to their egos. All of a sudden, one of my patient's deteriorates, and he needs to go to the ICU. He looks like he is going septic, and I need something done by a doctor. I know what medications need to be given, but I need the doctor's order to give them. I page the resident again, for what seems like the sixth time. Of course, he doesn't answer his page, so I page him again, and again. Finally, on one final attempt before I start paging the attending, an angry voice picks up the page.

"Hello. What, do you want? What, little thing are you calling for now?" Yells, the angry man's voice.

I stand there, in shock, no doctor had ever spoken to me like that. I respond as politely as I can as I say, "Hi, I need a doctor to come down right away to N2, it is an emergency!"

The doctor snaps, "Fine! I'll be right there," and he hangs up the phone.

This doctor has some nerve to talk to me like he did. I am certainly going to give him a piece of my mind when I see him. He didn't even tell me his name. I have no idea who he was. I am getting angrier by the minute, this doctor is taking forever, and I can see my patient getting worse.

About an hour later, a doctor walks on the unit, and speaks to the unit secretary, he says, "Where is the obnoxious nurse, who is consistently calling me over every stupid little thing."

The unit secretary, Max says, "I believe, that would be the nurses, for rooms 227-230."

As the doctor is walking away, I hear him mutter under his breath, "What do these nurses get paid for, besides, calling the doctor constantly and causing issues."

I shake my head, as I walk away down the halls, quickly, not watching where I am going. My septic patient needs more fluids to aid with his low blood pressure. Under my breath, I am curing out this resident, and I collide into what feels like a boulder, and the bag of IV fluids fly out of my hand. It lands between my body and whoever I just crashed into, getting squashed, soaking the both of us. What a great a way to start my morning!

I mutter, "Sorry," as my cheeks turn red. I am so embarrassed.

Keeping my head down, I grab another IV bag, out of the stock room, and run back to my computer. I hope and assume that whichever doctor that was I ran into, went on their way to examine their patient. I go back to charting on my computer, documenting everything. My back is turned, when suddenly, I feel a tap on my shoulder. I turn around, and I look up, preparing myself to be reprimanded for what just happened with the IV fluids, instead I am met with dark blue eyes.

The same deep, dark blue eyes that have dreamt about almost every night since I first started my clinical. At first, he looks red in the face and angry. I take in his appearance; his light blue scrubs and his surgeon's cap are completely wet. If he were a cartoon character, he would have steam coming out of his ear. He looks at me mad. That is until he notices that it is me, and he smiles. Clearly, he didn't know it was me, who was paging him all day, and he looks like he has already forgiven me for walking into him and spilling IV fluids all over him, as he exclaims, "Tris! I am looking for a pesky and annoying nurse, who keeps paging me, over every little thing. Would you happen to know who that is? Clearly, that nurse, shouldn't be a nurse because she is incompetent."

I stand there shocked, this is the person, who didn't answer my pages, who snapped at me on the phone. I say, " Yes Four, I do know who that pesky, annoying nurse is. It would be me. I'm sorry for paging you, and for bothering you so much, even though a patient's life is at stake. I know that you are busy, trying to take care of other things, but I have been paging you for important things that only you can take care of as the doctor."

He stands there dumbfounded as he tries to apologize to me, he tries to tell me how sorry he is about the misunderstanding. I think to myself, wow did his mood, just do a three sixty, just knowing it was me who had been paging him, and who spilled IV fluids on him.

His apology is too late, the damage is already done, and my feelings are already hurt from Four calling me an incompetent nurse, with tears in my eyes, I look at Four, as I say with a shaky voice, "It's okay. I'm sorry for getting you all wet and for calling so much."

I must have made Four feel bad because the next thing I know, I feel strong arms wrapping around me, as he says, "I'm sorry Tris. I'm just having a really bad day, and I took it out on you."

I secretly like the hug from Four, I feel safe. However, I am still angry, he yelled at me for no good reason. I am angry at myself for letting myself cry in front of him. I lightly push him away as I say, "Patients need us," but he doesn't listen, he just stands there holding me.

Eventually, he lets go of me, as he says, a slight smile on his face, "I'm sorry for speaking to you like that again. I am just having a very horrible day. Would you like to go out to eat tonight, after you are done with your clinical to make it up to you? I could pick you up at your place?"

"I'm sorry, but I already have plans tonight with my friend Christina. She is dragging me on her date with her boyfriend Will. Maybe another time, though" I say, trying to let him down easy.

The rest of the day passes by in a blur. I am still emotionally distraught from my conflict with Four, and a part of me is upset with myself for not agreeing to spend more time with Four. I want to know more about him, and I want to hear about his life experiences. A part of me, secretly curses Christina, for making me go with her on her date with Will. Another part of me is secretly glad, I couldn't go out with Four, even though I wanted to, really badly.

I can't wait for three o'clock to come around. After my clinical is over for the day. I meet Christina, in the lobby along with Uriah. Thank goodness, I have dried since the incident with Four this morning, otherwise, I would be getting an interrogation from Chris. In the lobby, we talk about everything that has happened that day, minus, my run-in with Four, and him asking me out on a date.

"I didn't think such tiny little humans could make so much noise," Uriah says, groaning.

I laugh at what he says, and I reply, "What did you think they were going to do? They have no other way to communicate their needs, other than through crying."

"I know that, but still, it is like you get one quiet, and then another starts to cry for no reason," Uriah moans, as he rubs his temples.

I bite my lip, trying to contain my laughter as I say, "Whatever, are you going to do when you have children, Uriah before they talk they will cry."

Uriah turns serious, well as serious as Uriah can be. Uriah doesn't do serious very well. He still has a smile on his face as he says, "Not my babies. Have you seen my genes? My babies are going to be so smart, that they are going to come out of the womb talking already. They come from a family of doctors and nurses."

I roll my eyes at him, saying, sarcastically, "I wish you luck with that one."

Uriah shakes his head like he doesn't agree with me before he leaves to go meet up with his brother, who also works in the hospital. Once Uriah is gone, Chris changes the subject to her date with Will tonight. I groan, having forgotten about the date completely while I was bantering with Uriah. I was hoping for a nice relaxing bubble bath after my day today. I guess that will have to wait until later.

Oh, Uriah always trying to be the comedian in the group. So what do you think is going to happen on Will and Christina's date to Tris? Do you think she will try to bail and attempt to go out with Four or do you think she will be a good friend and go out on the date with Christina and Will?

Until Next Time!