Codependent (Eric coulter x gender neutral reader)

The plan. (Chapter 6)

Eric thought you really had lost your mind in there. His face reflected nothing but concern, the only other person whose face he knows, had lost their god damn mind. He tried to coax you to lay down but it wasn't until you grabbed his shoulders, pulling yourself close enough to make your noses touch, did he stop.

"Eric. I need you to listen." His eyes were serious as he finally listened, sitting back and setting to next to him. "Eric I went to your room. I saw it" he nodded, he hated that someone really had to stand up for him, but this wasn't the time to sulk. "And? What did you see" you turned your head so you could see him, speaking quieter "The guards stay in your room." "I'm aware of that. What's your point?"

"No Eric, you don't get it. They stay in your room, but they don't stay in mine." His brow bone furrowed "And?" How was this brilliant faction leader not getting it?!

"Eric for the love of fuck. That man in there is puny. You could nock him out with a backhand. That's why they are in there. Mine don't need to stay because the doctor in their can probably handle himself." Eric was, for the first time in a long time, starting to get annoyed with you.

"Jesus Christ get to the point." He said, trying not to snap. "Look, if I can get the guards to get called from your room back to mine, you've got it. All you would need is a minute or two and you could have that guy on the ground. And you know that room, it's a unconventional weapons room." The look in his eyes said he was putting it together. "If you can get weapons, and get out of there. You have a good chance of catching the guards by surprise. You come get me and we get the fuck out of here".

His face was deep in thought, probably going through all the different scenarios. "Y/n, it's good to see you planning, but that's risky. What are the odds things go like you plan?" You couldn't believe what you were hearing.

The first hint of escape in months and he didn't wanna take it. "What the fuck" was all you could say to him. You put your hand on his arm and pulled yourself up and closer to him "You are dauntless most intimating leader who would scold me for questioning risky plans and now you're doing just that?? What happened to the dauntless mentality???"

His eyes were slightly hurt, not that anything else would give it away. His eyes answered for him, he was tired. And not just sleepy tired but a deep tired that has built up over time. The type that wears you down like water through mountains. "It's risky." Is what he actually said. "We are to die here either way then. Rather if it goes wrong or we don't try at all, it would end the same for us. But just think, if it does work. We are free, we can go home. We can tell the factions everything we know and maybe stop whoever these people are. But knowing what I know now, I can't die here without trying."

He had his hands under your elbows, keeping you steady while you told him all this. He was glad you couldn't read his mind because it was racing, he worked to be strong but he was so close to breaking for good. Truth being, he wasn't sure he could mentally stand another attempt to fail. He could be content to not try again and just go with the motions till his body gave out. But he also know what you were saying was true.

Fuck, if pass him had heard his thoughts now, he would of probably been beyond disgusted. And for the first time in what felt like forever, you were invigorated.

He kept looking at you before sighing, defeated for hopefully the last time "How do we do this then."

Hours later you had gone over the plan, you both would go to your rooms as usual. Get strapped in and as usual the guard would leave you and head over to join Eric's guard in his room. That's when you would break loose, you weren't quite sure how yet but you would make sure it would happen. You would fight, throw things, absolutely go crazy. Anything to get your doctor to call the guards over for help. And as soon as they would leave Eric and his doctor, Eric would strike. Taking the small doctor down and loading up with absolutely anything he could use to his advantage. He would then to head to you, you made him repeat the way to your room over and over until there was no doubt he had it down perfectly. Between you, him, and a room full of torture devices, you both would overpower them and get the fuck out of here. You didn't exactly know where the exit was, so it was gonna have to be on the fly. But it's the best that can be done.

After all that you both rested as much as possible, trying to build up energy. You usually slept against him in some way, you both needed the physical contact to be able to shut your brains off enough to sleep. So that's what you guys did, when they brought the slop you both made sure each other actually had equal proportions to try and get strength back.

Today was the day. The day you would either die, or escape.