"Initiates! Listen up!" Eric shouted. "Today you hone in your skill with one on one combat. Dauntless born come with me. Transfers go with Four." I looked towards Eric and nodded before waving on Tris and the others.

My stomach rolled angrily and I pressed my hand at the belt of my jeans. I glanced up at the initiates. "Um, split into groups of two. Tris you're with me." She gave Christina a shove, who looked at her smirking. She walked up to me her hands pressed at her side. "What are we working on today?"

"Defense. Working on your attack."

"Okay." She said climbing onto the mat.

We got into stance when I felt my stomach jump again and straightened up.

She eyed me suspiciously. "Is something wrong?"

I swallowed hard. "No." I said getting back into position. She shook her head and stepped forward. She went for my throat first, as I had taught her and I blocked it off with a quick blow to her elbow. "Learn your own tricks." I said. She stepped forward again , this time swinging towards my ear. I ducked down and felt my stomach go into my throat. I swallowed hard and when I came up she gave me one quick blow straight into the stomach. I shuffled backwards and felt my breakfast crawling back up my throat. I leaned over the mat and threw up all over the floor. I wish I could say I felt better, but no. I felt much, much worse. I panted heavy and looked over at everyone who had stopped fighting. My stomach clenched again and I ran towards the bathroom.

Tris POV

"What did you do to him Stiff?" Peter said crunching his nose in disgust.

I scowled at him and ran off towards Four, ignoring Eric's angry spats about leaving training.

"Four?" I shouted in his bedroom. My only reply was more retching coming from the bathroom. I knocked shyly on the door. "Four?"

"Don't come in!" he shouted raspily.

I bit my lip and went to go sit on his bed. After what felt like a while he finally came out of the bathroom, clutching his stomach. His shirt was completely soaked through from sweat and he was so pale.

"Oh my god." I said putting my hand to my mouth.

He cleared his throat. "Let me just um change my shirt and we'll go back out."

I stood up and steered him towards the bed. "Are you crazy? No. You will lie down and rest."

"Tris it's just a stomachache."

I scowled and pressed my hand at his forehead. "And a fever and vomiting. You are staying in bed."

He laid back onto the pillow and seemed to concede. I gave him a small smile and lifted the sweaty T-shirt off his back and slipped his jeans off leaving him only in his boxers. I handed him a soft cotton tee and a pair of sweats and grabbed the wastebasket in the corner.

"I don't suppose you have a thermometer?" He shook his head, which caused him to squint his eyes. I crossed my arms. "And a headache."

He pressed the palm of his hands at his eyes and inwardly groaned. "Eric is going to have so much pleasure in this."

I scowled. "Eric is an asshole in general."

I leaned down and kissed his cheek. "Just sleep, okay?"

He gave me a small nod and closed his eyes.