A/N

I still do not own Divergent. Wouldn't that be awesome though. I only own my OC's and ideas. Hope you all enjoy.

...OOO...

Two Weeks Later

My body is bruised and bleeding. I hurt all over and I don't want to move. Last week was filled with training while at the start of this week the fights started. For reals and I was once again paired with Marco as my last fight.

"Get up, Princess!" Eric yells as I don't move to get up. "If you don't stand you are out."

I look up into his eyes as he peers down on me. His mocking smile prominent on his face. "But I won."

"So that makes you special. Do you want a sticker?" Eric taunts.

"You're a complete jerk." I start to stand when my ankle gives out. I crumble to where I just was knocked down. Even though I was quicker and knocked Marco out his last kick landed. His crushing blow smashing into my ankle.

Eric reaches out and feels my ankle. With a light tough he felt around my ankle and foot. "It doesn't feel broken but it might be sprained or fractured. You need to go to the infirmary."

"I would rather lay here for a while. It doesn't hurt so much if I don't move." I try to joke but I am serious.

Eric reaches for me again and pulls me to his chest before easily standing with me in his arms. "You need to have it checked. It could be serious."

"Put me down I can walk." Even though I dread the thought of being out of his arms once again.

"Just shut up, Princess." Eric says as he quickly walks down the hall heading for the infirmary.

...OOO...

"You have a grade II sprain. I am going to put a splint on your ankle and you need to keep it on for one week, two tops. You will have crutches and you need to follow the R.I.C.E guidelines. Rest, ice, compression, and elevate. See me back here in a week." Marlene goes over my instructions. "Any questions?"

"No." I mumble she gave me a pretty good painkiller when I was first brought in and now it is putting to sleep. I hate taking medicine of any kind but she insisted so that she could do a thorough exam.

"Good. I will be right back with the splint and crutches." She breezes off.

"How does it feel now."

"No pain..." I murmur. My eyelids feel like they weigh a thousand pounds. I fight to keep my eyes open.

Eric looks a worried but my eyes must be playing tricks on me. Marlene comes back before I can ask him why he looks scared. "Why can't she keep her eyes open. Was she given to much medicine? She is so tiny. She can't need much."

"It's okay, Eric. I gave her a does of a child. Her file says that she doesn't tolerate medicine well. Everything she takes usually makes her drowsy." Marlene reassures him as she wraps the splint around my ankle.

"But she will be fine." Eric asks as I fall asleep. I must be hallucinating.

...OOO...

Over the weekend I try to get used to the crutches and argue with Wes that I don't always need to be laid up. It is now Monday and this week will be filled with learning to throw knives and training for the fear landscape. I know how to throw a knife but can I do it with a bum ankle?

As we follow the trainers into the training room they have us line up in front of targets. We each take a spot as Eric, Four, and Tris pass out the knives and explain how it is done.

"You must go and get your own knives. I do not want to see anyone throwing knifes at anything or one besides their own target. If you see someone getting their knives stop if you are afraid that you will hit them. You will be out if you wound any of your fellow initiates. The time for that is past and will stay that way." Tris yells out as she walks down the line. She stops at my shoulder. "Can you manage with the crutches? You can sit out but it will hurt your score."

"No I can do it." I say as I lay down one of my crutches and slide my blades that she gives me into my pockets. I balance with the one crutch and throw the first knife. It is a little off and to hard so it clatters to the floor where it bounces just shy of the bulls-eye. I try again and get it to stick but it is now too far to the other side. With the last knife I sink the blade into the bulls-eye.

"Very good. Seems like you needed the handicap." Tris continues on.

I grab my crutch and go to get my knives. I pull the last from the wall as a knife come inches away from my head. I turn quickly around to see that it is Marco.

"It slipped." He laughed. "Sorry, McKaven."

"If another knife slips, Marco than you are out. You seem to be quiet clumsy around her. You almost pushed her over the chasm and now you almost hit her with a knife. Not to mention that she is on crutches from what you did to her ankle." Four calls him out.

"Won't happen again." Marco holds up his hands.

"See that is doesn't" Eric says from behind him.