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I race back to his room to find….Lauren trying to kiss him. "Lauren!" I say sharply, pulling her off of him. "He is injured and he doesn't want you in here, especially not trying to kiss him."

"Why? He wants you in here!" she shrieks. She tries to punch me but I grab her hand.

"I wouldn't do that, Lauren. I am a black belt in Tae Kwon Do and I take karate," I inform her, using my "quiet-but-deadly" voice.

She ignores my warning and again attempts to punch me. I trip her and she falls on her face. Just then, Doctor Hodgins walks in, but Lauren isn't done, despite the fact she's already injured herself. She keeps trying to attack me and I either catch her punch or step out of the way until Doctor Hodgins gets a nurse to restrain her. She starts crying about how I attacked her but Doctor Hodgins firmly tells her not to lie and not to come back.

"Well," he says, smiling. "That was entertaining. What happened?"

"Lauren tried to kiss me," Four answers. "Then when Tris got her off of me, she went all psycho and attacked her. Tris just defended herself."

"Don't worry, Four. I don't think this was Tris' fault. We had Lauren in here a few years back in the psych ward. She 'went all psycho' on a police officer and they were both brought in here for treatment. She was put in the psych ward after she was treated. Then she was in juvie for a few weeks. I guess they decided she was mentally stable again. Sort of." He smiles. "Good to know you can defend yourself, Tris." He looks at Four. "I'm just going to do a quick exam to make sure you're good to go. Then Tris and I are going to re-apply the Neosporin and rebandage you. Sound good?"

"I just got dressed, and now you want me to undress?" Four complains, putting a pout on his face. I smother a laugh and he shoots a smile at me.

"Nice, Four. Showing off for a girl," Doctor Hodgins says, shooting Four down. "Now, shirt off."

Four grumbles but unzips the blue hoody, letting it fall down his shoulders. He pulls his shirt off, too, wincing when he moves the wrong way. Doctor Hodgins removes the bandages, and I find myself staring at his perfectly sculpted chest, despite the fact the there are stitches and flog marks everywhere. It's perfectly sculpted and I can't stop looking, even after he catches me.

"Like what you see?" he finally asks, winking at me.

I blush and answer at the same time Doctor Hodgins does. "Maybe…." I say.

"Yes, you're already healing, Four," Doctor Hodgins says. Then he realizes the question was for me. "Oops. Sorry, guys. Not trying to intrude on the sexual tension you could cut with a knife."

I roll my eyes and take them off of Four's bare chest after one last glance. I put my hands on his bare shoulders and he covers my hands with his. Doctor Hodgins moves to look at the front of Four's chest so I move.

Doctor Hodgins and I quickly reapply the Neosporin and he rebandages Four. Four's face is flushed by the time we're done with his chest; I don't even want to know what will happen when we move on to his legs.

I lean closer to him and whisper, "If I didn't know better, Four, I'd say you were getting turned on by me applying your Neosporin." Four glares at me and I smirk at him. "What'll happen when we move on to your legs?" His face whitens and I smirk even wider. "Good thing you were unconscious last time," I add.

Doctor Hodgins pulls his sweatpants off and pulls off all of the bandages. He motions for me to apply Neosporin after a few minutes of examining Four. Four gasps when I touch his leg and I smirk. Doctor Hodgins chuckles, but I finish and he rebandages Four.

"Now, you two can just sit tight while I dally - I mean sign some papers," he orders, eyes twinkling.

"No offense, Doctor Hodgins," Four says, glaring slightly. "But I don't need a wingman. I already have two that rival your annoyingess."

Doctor Hodgins smirks and shuts the door. Four and I stare at each other for a few seconds and I hand him his sweatpants. He pulls them on, and then the shirt I provide him with.

"Tris," Four says suddenly. I look up from my phone. I just got a text from Chris. "Sit."