Hey everyone, I am soooo sorry that it took me forever to post this. Life has been ridiculously crazy lately. Thank you all for reading and special thanks to pmollymay for reviewing last chapter (I'm glad you liked the chapter and Mikala).

Chapter Three

I sit on the edge of the hospital bed, idly staring at the wall, lost in thought. I hear the soft click of familiar footsteps on the linoleum floor. When they come to a stop outside my door I run a hand through my damp freshly washed hair self-consciously.

I hear her knock softly before pushing the door open before I have a chance to tell her to come in. She steps into the room and shuts the door softly behind her, "Jeanine sent me to show you to your office." She walks over to the foot of the bed as she talks, never actually looking at me as she picks up my chart and writes something on it.

"Finally," I reply, reaching over to grab a shirt from the bag of black clothes that someone brought me earlier. "I am so sick of being cooped up in this room."

"Stop being a baby," She replies, finally looking over at me. She freezes, only her eyes move as they roam over the tattoos and scars that decorate my upper body. After a moment she shakes it off and continues scolding me, "You've only been here for a week, in the old days an injury like that would have had you laid up for weeks.

"Like what you see?" I ask as I finish pulling the black t-shirt over my head. Once it is on, I glance at my right shoulder, my eyes landing on the blue band someone has attached to the shirt.

She shrugs, "eh, it's nothing I haven't seen before."

I push myself to my feet and grab the bag of clothes from the bed, "Lead the way."

She nods befre leading the way from the room and toward the elevator at the end of the hall. It is obvious that despite my attempts to hide my limp that she has noticed it when she slowers her pace a little to match mine. I growl softly, I can't afford to have people seeing me as weak, especially now.

Once the elevator doors close and we are alone, she turns to me, her green eyes studying me, taking in the way I'm standing. She reaches into her lab coat pocket and retrieves a pill bottle, "Pain killers." When I open my mouth to protest, she shakes her head and reaches around me to stick them in the bag, "I know you are trying to act all big and tough, trying to act like the pain doesn't bother you, but nobody has to know but me."

I growl, "I don't need your pity or your pain killers."

She scoffs, "Just shut up and take the stupid pills."

I find myself dropping the bag, and turning fully to face her. I lean in until her face is just a few inches from mine, "You know what I think?"

She opens her mouth to reply, but before she can the door opens and I turn to find three sets of inquisitive eyes studying us. I clear my throat and take a step back, grabbing the bag of clothes and striding out of the elevator. She follows me out, nodding in greeting to one of the members of the group waiting outside. She steps in front of me and I follow her in silence through the halls of the Erudite compound.

She stops at a door and pulls a key out of her pocket, once the door is open she steps inside and waits for me to follow. The room is good sized and is fairly well furnished; containing a desk with one chair behind it and two in front of it. The wall to my left is lined with bookshelves and I get the distinct impression that this was originally someone else's office.

"They cleared out the storage room," She says gesturing to a door in the back right corner, "There is a bed in there for you and that door," she gestures to another door in the front right corner of the room, "Is the restroom. "

I nod in reply, tossing the bag behind the desk and turning back to the woman in front of me. "Well I guess this is it," I say and by the look in her eyes, her mind has gone to the same memory as mine.

"Well I guess this is it," Mikala comments through a yawn, stretching herself out across the foot of her bed, "My report is done, your report is done, we just have to turn these in tomorrow before the aptitude test and we are done with school."

I move from her desk chair to sit next to her on the bed, "This is so weird, knowing that I am not going to have homework tomorrow night."

She stares at me for a moment, "Well not unless you count making a decision that will impact the rest of your life as homework."

I laugh and let myself fallback so that I am lying next to her, "No, that is life, not homework."

She nods before turning onto her left side and propping herself up on her elbow, "Are you scared about what the test will tell you?"

I follow her example and prop myself up on my right elbow. "Of course not," I reply trying my best to sound confident in my reply, "The test will tell you what to do, you can't really fight your own mind."

She smiles, "So you'll trust the test implicitly? Even if it tells you that you are meant for Amity?"

I roll my eyes, "We both know it won't tell me that I belong with the tree huggers."

"But what if it does?" she asks, there is something in her eyes that I don't quite understand.

"Are you actually worried about my results, or your own?" I ask with a smirk.

"Both," she replies softly. It takes a minute for her words to sink in, and I have barely come to the realization that she is trying to tell me that she is afraid that I am going to leave, when I find my lips connecting with hers. For a second I think that I have misread the situation because she is completely still, but before I can pull away she is kissing me back.

A few moments later we have moved from the foot of the bed to laying the right way across her bed with me on top of her. Her hand finds the hem of my shirt and I immediately start on the buttons of the light blue button up I wore to school today.

She smiles against my lips as I tug on the hem off her shirt and I find myself wondering how studying turned into this, whatever this is.

She smiles at the memory for a moment before seeming to shake it off, "Well, I'll leave you to settle in."

She turns to leave and I find myself to no longer be in control of my body, I reach forward and grab her arm, a bit more forcefully than I would have liked to, and pull her back to me. My lips are on hers and after a moment I feel one of her arms snake around the back of my neck as the other runs slowly up my chest.

After a moment she pushes back on my chest and pulls away from me. She gasps for air for a moment, "We can't do this."

I lean in and kiss her jaw, "Why not?"

"W-well," fumbles over her words for a second before her resolve renews and she pushes me away again, "You are my patient, I can't be involved with one of my patients."

"Not anymore," I reply with a smirk, "I believe that you just released me from the hospital."

"And," She starts, quickly placing a hand on my chest to stop me from leaning in again, "We belong to different factions; we are barely even aloud to be friends much less anything more than that."

"I think this blue armband here might disagree with you," I reply with a smirk.

She studies me for a moment before she growls and curls her fingers in my shirt and pulls me back toward her. "Damn you and your logic," She mumbles just before my lips crash into hers once again.

Well, let me know what you thought. :D

I will put the next chapter up tomorrow.