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I bursted through the doors of the infirmary fuming with anger. I can't believe he hit me. He fucking stabbed me on purpose! The medical staff all looked up from what they were doing with wide eyes. "A little help here?" I asked as blood continue to drip down my side. I was in no mood to be polite. A woman, a few years older than me, made her way over. Her blonde hair was pulled back in a neat ponytail, showing off the several piercings the lined her ears.

"What the hell happened to you, Initiate?" She followed the trail of blood up my leg and to my side.

"Eric." Was all we needed you say as a look of realization came across her features. This must not be the first time Dauntless' youngest leader had put someone in the infirmary.

She motioned for me to follow and I complied, following her to a room in the back. The white walls were lined with metallic metal equipment. There was a table in the middle covered was a long sheet of protective paper.

"Sit, Sweetie," she patted the table and I carefully maneuvered my way onto it, hoping to spare myself some pain. I wasn't successful as pain shot through my torso when I sat. "I need you to take your shirt off so I can look at it."

I looked at her hesitantly. I'd prefer if I didn't have to, but I didn't see an alternative. I lifted my shirt over my head, placing it down next to me. Her pretty features twisted into a frown as she inspected it.

"What's your name?" She handed me a towel so I could wipe the excess blood away.

"Alex." I stated.

"I'm Lizzy," Lizzy grabbed a pair of latex gloves from the counter behind her. She pulled them on with ease as she looked at me. "This is pretty deep. I'm gonna have to stitch it up." I just nodded in response. I forced back a chill from the cold air around me that my sports bra didn't protect me from.

She gathered all the materials she needed, giving me a shot in the side to numb the pain before she began. "So you want to tell me what happened?" I knew she was just trying to strike up a conversation to fill the room with anything but silence.

"Not really." It was nothing personal I was still pissed about what happened and I wasn't sure the complaining about it would make any difference.

"Well, you said it had something to do with Eric, right?" She pressed further with her questions as she continued to thread the needle through my skin. It didn't hurt. It fell strange though. It was as if I was broken and I was being sewn back together.

"He made me stand in front of the target as he threw knives at me," I said through gritted teeth.

"Eric's one of the best knife throwers Dauntless. There's no way he would've hit you unless…," she paused, she frowned as she connected the dots, "he hit you on purpose…"

"Exactly."

What she did next took me by surprise. She chuckled and shook her head. "Is that funny?" I asked confused. Last time I checked, stabbing someone was not something to laugh about.

"No! No, not at all. It's just very… Eric," She glanced back up at my face before continuing her stitching. She didn't speak with the same distain for Eric as everyone else did.

"Are you friends with him?" I didn't think he had any, to be honest.

"Yeah," She rolled her eyes. "I knew him back in his Erudite days. He was a handful back then too. And he's found even more violent ways of expressing himself," she smirked.

"You call this 'expressing himself'?" I looked down at my almost closed gash. Eric needs fucking therapy if he expresses his feelings by throwing knives at people.

"He's picking on you for a reason," It's probably because every time he talks to me I disrespect him in some way. Maybe its because for someone from Abnegation I've got a big mouth. Either way, I'm pretty sure what his reason was.

"Mouthing off to him doesn't call for knocking my ass out in a fight or stabbing me with an airborne knife," Did I deserve a punishment for my mouth? Yeah, most likely. But Eric always seemed to take shit to the extreme. It didn't mean that I was going to stop sassing him, it just meant that I was going to be wiser with picking times to do it.

"Eh, you never known with that man," Lizzy smiled as if she knew something that I didn't. What was there to know? Obviously there was something that Lizzy wasn't willing to share without persuasion.

"What's that look for?" I asked as she tied off the stitching.

"What look?" She turned away from me as she began to clean up her equipment, brushing my question off.

"That look that says you know something that I don't," I stared at the back of her head until she turned around to face me again.

"Did you know that Eric always used to pick on the girls that he liked in school? It was cute. He would never tell me who he liked, but I always knew when he did because he would always tease her and pick on her," she pulled off her gloves and tossed them in the trash.

"You're not saying…" I looked at her with wide eyes. There was no way in hell. Number one, I don't think Eric has a heart so it's not possible for him to 'like' anyone. Number two, you don't cause bodily harm to the person you're crushing on! What kind of fucking logic is that?

"I'm not saying anything," Lizzy held her hands up in defense. God, this was going to drive me insane now. There's no possible way… right? No. That's some fucked up logic. I think he's just an asshole. An asshole that likes to watch people suffer in pain. He's cruel and needs to be reminded that he's not as high and mighty as he might think.

I shook all consideration for Lizzy's theory out of my head as I heard a knock on the metal door frame. My anger that had dissolved over the last few minutes began to rise in my chest as my pulse began to drum in my ears. My face formed a scowl as I saw him standing in the doorway. I looked down at my lap, not wanting to look at him anymore.

Lizzy took the look on my face as her signal to bale. This was not where she wanted to be at the moment. I didn't blame her. "I'll give you guys a few minutes…" Lizzy said, slipping past him. Eric closed the door behind her, but instead of coming more into the room, he chose to lean against the door frame. It was silent for a few moments before I decided to say something.

"You're definitely the last person I want to deal right now, Eric," I ran my hands over my face before looking at him. His expression was stern, but his eyes weren't as cold as they usually were.

"I'm trying to help you," I saw his eyes drop to the newly stitched cut on my side and then his eyes wandered up the left side up my body, taking in the sight of my tattoo. I got real nervous real fast. I had totally neglected to realized that I still didn't have a shirt on.

"Help me?" I looked at him, astonished. "Stabbing me is not fucking helpful. It's actually painful and infuriating. And a dick move, by the way."

"I'm trying to teach you how keep that mouth of yours closed! This isn't Candor, you can't say what you want, whenever you want to say it." His words weren't harsh, but genuine. "You'd have it a lot worse if it wasn't me you talked back to. I'm trying to get you to realize that you're gonna say the wrong thing to the wrong person and you're gonna end up dead one day."

"Why do you care?" I shot back. He got up off the wall and took a few steps in my direction. He put his hands on the edge of the table as he leaned on it. I could tell by the look on his face that he thought carefully about his next words.

"Because I see potential, that's why." Bullshit. I rolled my eyes and looked away from him. "Hey, look at me when I'm taking to you," I ignored him. "Alex," I couldn't help but turn at the sound of my name. "If you keep questioning me in front of the others I have no choice but to punish you." His tone was much softer that I had ever heard it. It was still stern, but not demeaning like usual. It surprised me.

"Well, maybe I couldn't question you if you didn't deserve to be questioned," I crossed my arms over my chest.

His jaw tensed and I could tell that my answer was not what he wanted to hear. "God, you're so stubborn…" he muttered, mainly to himself. "It's just gonna get worse from here if you don't stop," he threatened.

"I've been through worse," I retorted.

"Whatever." His harsh tone was back. He turned to leave, but stopped as he opened the door. "Nice throw, by the way." And with that, he left me alone in the empty room.

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