A/N: There'll be a little Tris/Eric action in this chapter!

Recap:

"Shut up, Four!" She yells back, clearly enraged now. I exhale and inhale before drawing my hand back and throwing the knife one last time. I am so concentrated on throwing the knife, that I don't see Eric push me from behind. The worst part of it is, that it's too late to take the knife back. It is already spinning end over end, and heading for Tris.

Not beside or over her, but directly at her. Instantly I leap forward as I hear a thud and see Tris crumpled on the ground.

Infirmary...Again

Eric POV

I stand frozen to the floor, as what just happened dawns on me. I didn't mean for Tris to get hurt. The only thing that I wanted to hurt was Four's pride. I had though that if Four made a mistake, like he never does, the initiates (including Tris) would see that Four wasn't perfect.

I manage to collect myself enough so that when Four whirls around to glare at me, I glare back. He is kneeling beside Tris, her head lying lifeless in his lap. As he turns away from me, his face softens considerably. The knife penetrated her stomache, and as far as I know, didn't fracture any bones. Behind me three initiates run up to her; Christina, Will and Al. They kneel beside Four, their faces painted with worry. I turn around to look at the other initiates.

"I want you all to keep throwing knives! If one of you so much as stops to take a break...well let's just say I'll be throwing a knife." I shout. Everyone stumbles to pick up knives on the floor and soon the sound of metal hitting wood fills the air. All except three initiates are throwing knives.

"What did I tell you?" I say leaning in close, my voice dangerously quiet. I try not to let Tris' bleeding stomache distract me. Three faces turn to look at me, all of them angry. Four doesn't even bother to look, he is patting Tris' hair, whispering soothing words into her ear while she is moaning. I continue to stare at Christina, Will and Al until they slowly and reluctantly rise and drag their feet across the room to throw knives again. Every once in a while they look over their shoulders to look at Tris.

I smile. I like having the power to control people.

I turn back around and see that Four is carrying Tris away from the training room. I start to follow him out the door. He doesn't say anything, but only focuses on carrying Tris. He breaks out into a run, and I follow him closely behind on his heels. I don't know why I am following them. The only thing I do know is that Tris is hurt. And it's all my fault. I could say it was guilt driving me forward to the infirmary, but I would be wrong.

I don't know what it is about her, but she makes me want to drop everything that I've worked so hard for, and just...be myself.

Four POV

If Tris wasn't hurt or close to danger, I would punch Eric in the face. That stupid dick wants to mess with me? Fine. He wants to mess with me by hurting Tris? Not fine.

My fingers are trembling so much, not because Tris is heavy because she's actually as light as a feather, but because I don't know what is wrong with her. I don't know if she will be alright, and it worries the hell out of me. I can hear pounding footsteps behind me that must be Eric. I don't know why he is following me, but right now, I am so worried about Tris, that I almost don't care. I sprint to the infirmary, knocking people out of the way until I finally get there.

"HELP!" I yell as I look around for an empty bed.

"Over here!" I hear a voice yell, and I run for the empty bed. As I carefully set Tris down, I realise that the voice was Eric.

"Oh my Dauntless!" I hear a nurse gasp. "Doctor we've got a massive bleed down here! Judging by the puncture wound in the stomache, it was caused by a knife!" She yells. Quickly the only doctor that I know rushes down to the bed and looks at her. Then she looks at me.

"What happened?" Shannon asks.

"She got hit by a flying knife in the training room. She's an initiate." I say as professionally as I can. I look down at my hands and suppress the urge to cry out. My hands are covered in blood, not to mention my shirt. I stare at them because it all seems so surrealistic. In the background I can hear someone talking, but I can't make sense of it. There's just so. much. blood.

Before I know it I am pushed forward and someone begins cleaning my hands. The cold water brings me back from the daze.

"W-What happened?" I ask confused and a little light-headedly.

"You were overwhelmed by seeing so much blood, not to mention your girlfriend hurt." The nurse from before says soothingly. I almost choke when I hear her calling Tris my "girlfriend".

"She's not my girlfriend!" I cough as I dry my hands on a towel. Out of my peripheral vision I see the nurse smirk as she replies, "Of course not."

I walk back to the bed and see at least a dozen machines hooked up to Tris. It reminds me of the night where Tris was in the infirmary because of Peter. Now it was because of Eric.

"Four, go back to your apartment and clean up. You need it." Shannon says as she injects a needle into Tris forearm. I stare at Eric and stand my ground. Shannon rolls her eyes.

"Eric, go back to the training room and look after the other initiates." She says sighing. At first neither of us move, but when Shannon looks at us again we, although hesitant at first, leave.

As soon as we are out the door, I can't hold it in any longer. I turn around and punch Eric as hard as I can in the face. Eric stumbles back, a hand pressed to his face. But he doesn't punch back. He just looks at me. I stare at him, heaving for air, fists clenched. Then I walk away. I can't stand to look at him right now. Not when I know he hurt Tris.

Eric POV

I will myself to look into Four's eyes. I hope he can see that I am sorry. I don't fight back when he punches me because I know I deserved it and nothing less. In fact I had actually thought he would beat me senseless, but I guess Four wants to be the bigger man and walk away.

I don't go back to the training room, but instead send Lauren to train them for the rest of the day. I walk back to my apartment to take a shower. I know I can't rinse all my sins away, I know because I can still feel the guilt creeping into my mind and soul after the shower. I wait till it is dark, and Shannon and the other nurses and doctors leave for the night. Then I creep back to the infirmary and silently open the doors. I remember when I had crept into the infirmary looking for Tris not so long ago. I hadn't even thought about it before I started to touch her cheek and caress her hair. I spot her lying still behind a curtain at the end of the hall. Softly I pull the curtain away as I step closer.

"Tris..." I whisper and my heart skips a beat. Even saying her name makes my heart flutter. I wrap my hand around her delicate fingers and run my thumb along the back of her hand soothingly.

"I'm so sorry" I say as I lean in close. I only say all of this because I know she is asleep. I know she can't hear me, and I never intend for her to ever see this side of me. Being this way leaves me vulnerable, and vulnerability only leads to weakness. I can only be weak when no one is looking.

Ever since what happened with Mia, I've never even wanted to share my life with someone. Instead I have sworn on my life to ruin the one person who ruined my life. Who killed Mia.

I swore to ruin Four.

Woah! Two chapters in one week?! I am definitely feeling generous this week. Anyways please read/review and as always I am open to any kind of reviews it might happen to be.

In this chapter I wanted you all to know a little more about Eric, and I hope I made things interesting especially the little plot twist at the end...

~Roluv3r