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A soft, repedative beep echoed in my ears. I felt numb, my whole body felt weightless. I pried my eyes open, only to be met with a wall of white light. Once my pupils adjusted to the level of light, I was able to make out my surroundings. I was in the infirmary. I was hooked up to all kinds of wires.

I looked over to my right to be met with a bloody Eric. His clothes were stained with blood, my blood. As soon as he noticed that I was awake he shot up out of the chair he had been sitting in and stood next to the bed I was hooked up to.

"It's about time," he sighed. There was something different about him. He seemed… troubled. His expression was far from cold, he looked concerned.

"How long was I out?" I cringed as I tried to sit up.

"Easy there..." he cautioned. "Only a few hours," he looked away from me and at his boots. "You were pretty touch and go for a while…"

"Well, I was stabbed so," I chuckled, but was met with a sharp pain in my abdomen. "That's my blood, isn't it?"

He nodded as I look at his stained clothing. It was Eric who found me. If it wasn't for him, I'd probably be dead. Shit, I would be dead. "Thank you," I muttered.

"Yeah, well, you wouldn't be in this position if you retained anything we taught you first phase," he rolled his eyes. Well that moment didn't last long.

"Why are you here, Eric?" I questioned.

Once again, he looked away from me and at his hands that were folded in front of him. "'Cause," he look a deep breath before continuing. "I was worried about."

Eric, worried about me? I found it hard to believe, but the thought made me smile slightly.

"Ha! Yeah, okay," I retorted, taking my turn to roll my eyes. By the look on his face, he seemed genuinely offended by my words. He turned to leave, but I grabbed his hand before he could get any father.

"Eric…" I pulled him back, bringing him closer. He sat down next to me on the bed, my hand still holding his. "I'm sorry." What he did next took me so off guard I wasn't sure it actually happened.

He intertwined his fingers with mine, making me smile. So it wasn't just me, he felt it too. There was this unspoken tension, feeling, between us. He looked up at me, our eyes connecting. There was something that confused me. It was this warmth that I had never seen in his eyes before.

I heard a knock at the door and Eric immediately let my hand go and stood, getting some distance between me and him. I frowned at this, craving his touch again. The door opened to reveal Four. My mouth twisted into a smile as I saw him, I never thought I would see him again.

"How you feeling, Initiate?" He asked. I was unfortunately reminded that he was my instructor, not my brother, at the moment due to Eric's presence. I could see the worry and fear spread across his features though, no matter how hard he tried to hide it.

"Alive," I sighed. "Thanks to Eric." I looked over to the young leader to see his mouth twitch upwards slightly.

"You were lucky he found you," I could tell that he had to nearly force the words out. "He saved your life," he glanced over in Eric's direction.

"Do you know who did this?" Eric asked, looking at me.

"It was Seth… and Luke," I averted my eyes from them both, remembering the feeling of his hands over my eyes and mouth.

"You saw them?" Four questioned.

"Well… not exactly. They had my eyes covered…but I heard them," I admitted.

"That's not enough. We can't punish them based on what you heard. It's not solid enough evidence," Eric let out a frustrated sigh.

"Weren't there cameras?" There had to be. There were cameras everywhere.

"Not where you were attacked. That's probably why they picked that place to do it," Four informed us. Great. We had nothing. We couldn't prove that it was them.

"I'm gonna go and update Max on the situation. I'll be back later," the last part was more for me then it was Four. My eyes followed Eric as he left the room, closing the door behind him.

I could physically see Four's muscle relax as Eric left the room. He look Eric's spot, sitting next to me on the bed.

"I'm so sorry," he nearly choked.

"Why?" He had nothing to be sorry for. I didn't understand where this was coming from.

"I was such a dick to you about some petty shit. You almost died with me pissed at you. I couldn't imagine…" he look down at his lap.

"Hey," I lifted his chin so he was forced to look at me. "It's okay. I'm okay. I knew why you were upset, you had every right to be."

He suddenly chuckled, confusing me. He noticed this and explained. "To think that I was was pissed because you were with Eric and it he turns out saving your life."

I smiled at his observation. "You still hate him?"

"Hate is a very strong word, but yeah, I still hate him," he smirked. Well, it was worth a shot.

"How long am I gonna be in here?" I asked. I felt so useless just laying here.

"A few days? A week? I don't know to be honest, but it doesn't matter, you'll miss the rest of phase two," I don't know if I was relieved or upset by this news.

"What? Why?"

"Well, you're gonna have to go through some physical therapy per say. You've got a pretty big gash in you and you're gonna have to build back up those muscles that were damage," he informed me.

"Physical therapy? What exactly am I gonna have to do?" I was well aware of what physical therapy was, but when it came to Dauntless I wasn't sure what to expect.

"You're gonna revisit some training you had to due in first phase," he told me.

"Seriously?" I groaned. "Who's gonna be training me? You?"

"No, I have to work with he rest of the initiates. It will most likely be Lauren," Lauren seemed nice enough, but I didn't want to train with her and have to learn how she ticks. I wanted someone I knew. "Knowing you, you'll be back with the rest of initiate in no time so don't stress, okay?"

"Okay," I hoped he was right.

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I had been stuck in the infirmary for a week, which was't bad. Jake and the gang had come to see me nearly every day, Olivia always made sure that she brought me food from the dinning hall. Eric visited be every day too, which was surprising at first, but I was grateful for his company. He was still snarky here and there, but for the most part he was pretty down to earth. Lizzy didn't want me to start training so soon, but I knew that she could see how anxious I was to get back in the game. She warned me about taking it easy, but let's be real. Since when do I take things easy?

I pulled my hair up in a messy bun as I waited for Lauren in the training room. Four told me to be here at 8am. It was 7:58 and I was ready to hit the ground running. I dropped down to one knee so I could tie my shoe, but looked up when I heard the doors to the training room open. To say the least, it wasn't Lauren who walking trough the doors.

"Ready to get to work?" Eric asked as he made his way over to me. My jaw nearly dropped. Out of people, did it have to be him? There was no way my brother was going to be happy with this.

"Where's Lauren?" I got up and sent him a confused look.

"Why? Are you not happy to see me?" What kind of fucking question was that?

"No, wait, I mean, yeah, but…" I couldn't help but trip over my words. I sighed in frustration. "Just answer my question."

"Max thought it would be better if I looked over you rehabilitation," he smirked. This could go one of two very different ways.

"Oh really?" Max could care less about my 'rehabilitation'. Eric orchestrated this whole thing. "So you gonna be hard on me or let me slide through this?" I smiled, starting to walk away from him and deeper into the training room.

"I don't know, lets find out."

My first days of 'physical therapy' was pretty much the first few days of phase one all over again. He had me do push ups, running and working on my basic fighting techniques. It was light stuff so I wouldn't rip the stitches, but I had to take breaks every half hour or so. Eric was different this time around. He was less critical and more encouraging. He also didn't just stand around and watch me do the exercises on my own, he trained with me, which really helped. We had definitely gotten closer through this. He smiled more often and I had even gotten him to laugh quite a few times. He was softer now, at least around me. When I would pass him in the hall he would look like the same old cruel dauntless leader and be an ass to everyone, but when he was with me, he was just Eric.

We didn't talk about what happened in the infirmary, but neither one of us forgot it. I could tell by the way he looked at me, or how when he would correct me on something he would always touch me. There would be this electricity that bounced from him to me.

It had been a little over two weeks since I had been attacked, a little over a week since I had started working with Eric. Today was the last day of phase two for the rest of the initiates and the last day of physical therapy for me. I was still stitched up, but I could feeling myself getting back to how I was before, physically at least. Emotionally, I wasn't there yet. I was still forced to sleep the same room with Seth and Luke. Kristen and Olivia never left my side, and neither did Jake and Aidan when I was with them.

I sat down next to Jake at breakfast, still trying to rub the sleep out of my eyes.

"So it's you finial day with Eric, right?" He was not the happiest person in the world to learn that I had to work with Eric, second to only my brother, but he seemed to be less worried about it once he found out that Eric had been the one that saved me.

"Yup. You guys have your final day of phase two, don't you?" I asked as Aidan, Kristen, and Olivia joined us.

"Thank god," Kristen sighed. I chuckled as I took a bite of my muffin.

"I'm not sure who got it worse, you or us," Aidan joked.

"Definitely you guys. Eric's been pretty good," I couldn't help but smirk.

"Yeah we've been stuck with Mr. Grumpypants over here," Olivia nodded towards Four's direction, who was walking towards our table. I knew Four wasn't trying to be a grump, but he was just worried. He was worried becasue I was left alone with Eric everyday for the past week and a half.

Four nodded a hello to the table, but turned his attention to me. "I just wanted to let you know that your final day with Eric is today and that you'll be taking the final phase of training with everyone else tomorrow," he informed me.

"Wait, what? I haven't been in a simulation for weeks! Might as well just fail me now," I whined. We both knew that wasn't true, but I would still be rusty.

"Too bad, get over it," he shot down my complaint. "I'll be in later today to see how far you've come with your recovery," he said plainly. I hated him in instructor mode. He was so cold, but then again, he had to be.

"Yeah, okay," I muttered. With that my brother turned on his heels and headed away from us. "I guess I should get going," I said, getting up from my seat. "I don't want to be late."

"Alright, we'll see you at lunch," Olivia spoke for the group. I nodded and waved to the group.

I didn't see Eric in the dinning hall so I assumed that he was already in the training room. I was greeted by emptiness as I walked through the doors. I took the free time to stretch before I was put to work. It was only a few minutes later that Eric joined me. He pulled his jacket off his shoulders and was left in a black tank top that matched mine.

"So what's on the agenda today?" I sighed. I wanted to get this over and done with. It wasn't that I didn't enjoy spending time with Eric, I loved it actually, but exercise was not my friend.

"Cardio and put in some work on the punching bag," he responded.

And that's what we did. It was mainly running, but those mountain climbers, high knees and box jumps definitely kicked my ass. If I wasn't struggling to breath I'd probably be staring at Eric as he trained with me, so I was somewhat glad to have my mind focused on something else.

I beat on the punching bag as Eric watched my posture and form. I had just started and was already tired of doing it. I stopped and turned to Eric.

"Is this really necessary?"

"Yes, why wouldn't it be?" Eric raised his eyebrow, waiting for an argument, which he got.

"I don't need it, I'm solid when it comes to fighting," I grabbed a towel from the bench a few feet away and wiped the sweat from face.

"Is that so? I'm pretty sure I could lay you out on the mat just as easy as I did the first time," he said matter-fatly.

"Is that a challenge?" I inquired.

"Only if you want it to be," he smirked.

"Challenge excepted," I threw the towel at him and walked over to the mat.

I heard him chuckle as he followed. I sat and pulled my boots off and he did the same. When I was done I stood on mat, waiting for him to join me. He had a smug smile on his face as he stepped up.

"This didn't end well for you last time," he teased.

"Are we gonna stand here and chat or are you gonna-," he didn't give me chance to finish my sentence as he took a swing at me. I dodged it flawlessly and sent my fist his way. He defected it, just as I expected him to, but before he had time to regain his stance I twisted and bashed my elbow into his jaw. He stumbled backward, but remained upright.

I brought my leg up to connect with his ribs, but he caught my foot. I didn't give him a chance to do anything with it before I twisted out of his grasp and sent him off balance. I took this chance to sweep my leg under him, knocking him off his feet. I straddled his hips and went right to hit him in the face. I got one good hit in before he caught my wrists, flipping us over.

It felt like déjà vu, once again, it felt like my heart was about to beat right out of my chest. His touch was icy cold, but it burned my skin. I could feel the electricity flow between us.

But this time it was obvious he wasn't going to hit me. For some reason this upset me. I didn't want him doing me any favors in this fight.

"What are you waiting for? Hit me!" I demanded. He chuckled in response.

"No."

"Why?" I questioned.

"I can't," he admitted. Of course he could. What kind of answer was that?

"Sure you can. Just bring your fist to face. Its simple," I argued.

"Its not that simple," he traced his fingers up my arm and to my hand. He interlocked our fingers and planted his other hand next to the side of my head. He leaned in closer to me. He was only a few inches away from my face when he stopped. "It's never that simple when it comes to you."

Next thing I knew his lips crashed against mine. It took me a few second to register what was happening. When I did, I instantly kissed back. He pressed his body up against mine as I ran my finger through his hair. I could feel him smile as he kissed me and I couldn't help but smile back. He deepened the kiss and I pulled him closer to me.

I don't remember hearing it open, but I heard the training room door slam shut. I pulled away from Eric and looked to see who it was. My heart nearly stopped when I discovered who it was.

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