les sequelles - Eric Coulter 1

46. Therapy Sessions

Imagine: Being a nurse in Dauntless and giving Eric anti-aggression therapy. In the end, the two of you fall for each other.

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You sit in the infirmary sorting out a medicine cabinet, today was a slow day so you had nothing better to do. You transferred to Dauntless from Erudite, and your Erudite side never really left you so you chose to work as a nurse here. You hear the door open and you turn your head. It's Eric, the Eric, big bad Dauntless leader, you've never really spoken to him, but you have heard that he is a complete jackass. This would be interesting.

Eric walks towards you and he is accompanied by Max, "He got into a fight with one of our initiate trainers, Four. Do whatever you need to do, work your magic, and fix him."

"Yes sir," you say to Max, you then usher Eric onto the bed, "Eric, please sit down so I can examine your wounds."

"Uh, yeah sure," Eric looks a little confused, as if he doesn't really know what to say. Eric sits in front of you while Max goes and sits on one of the chairs in the corner of the room. You examine Eric's face and notice a few bruises.

"Um Eric I-I'll need you to," You blush, not sure how to say this. You've never been uncomfortable in front of a patient before, you always behaved very professionally, but Eric was different. Not only was he a leader, but he was hella sexy, "Can you please, uh, take off your shirt?"

Eric nods, and attempts to remove his shirt but stops when it become too painful, "Can you help me?"

You give him a small smile and help him take off his shirt as he hisses in pain.

There are a few bruises on his toned chest, along with a large cut, you reach over to the table and grab some alcohol, pouring it onto a cotton pad. You gently apply it to the wound and he groans, grabbing your forearm. You look up at him and he quickly lets go. You bandage the cut and then proceed to applying a cream, which was supplied to you by Erudite, on his bruises. You then clean and bandage both his fists which a raw from punching. Throughout this process a strand of loose hair keep falling onto your face and you keep blowing it away, as you secure the bandage on his hand, the hair falls again, this time Eric gently brushes is away with his fingers and tucks it behind your ear.

You glance up at him through your eyelashes, and you finish off the bandaging process. You then step back and say, "Alright Eric, you're good to go."

He gets up and reads your nametag, "Thank you Y/N."

Eric walks out of the room and you find yourself think, 'Why does every one call him such an asshole, he's not that bad.'

Max walks up to you and says, "I'm impressed Y/N, I've never seen Eric act so kindly towards anyone before. I've been looking for someone to do this for a while, and I thinking you're the perfect candidate. Can you give Eric anti-aggression therapy? He really needs it."

"I guess I could, but do you actually think he'll agree?"

"He'll have to when he finds out that his job is on the line. We can't have a leader who can't control his temper."

You agree to meeting Eric at your apartment in the evening tomorrow and Max leaves.

Eric knocks on your door at 6:30 the next day and you let him in, surprised that he actually showed up.

"Alright, let's get this over with," Eric rolls his eyes.

You start off with just having a discussion with him about his anger, "So how do you currently deal with your anger?"

"I punch the closest thing to me," He casually states it as if it is a fact.

You let out a laugh, "Well let's think of some other anger management techniques."

You brainstorm a few ideas with him, "Well the second someone angers you, I suggest you take a deep breath and slowly count down from ten in your head, breath as you count, imagine the hateful energy leaving your body with each exhale. If you're still angry, just go to the gym to blow off some steam, or go home and take an ice bath."

He stares at your face nodding to your words, looking relaxed. You smile at him and he asks, "So what's next?"

"Meditation." He looks at you as if you're crazy, and you smirk and nod.

You turn on some relaxing music, and lead him through some breathing exercises. Once the two of you are done, he looks almost as relaxed as you feel.

"Alright we're done for today. I'll see you tomorrow Eric." You smile at him and lead him to the door.

He smiles back, "Thanks Y/N, that wasn't half bad."

This same process goes on for weeks, and in all honestly you've fallen for Eric, you've fallen hard. The sessions aren't even just you offering therapy to him, and you can see a large improvement in him. They start off with casual conversation, which can sometimes be very heartfelt, in the end, you would both meditate and he would leave. Every time he left, you found yourself actually missing him.

You look at the clock, he should be here soon. He knocks on your door, at the same time as always and your heart flutters; you open the door, "Hey Eric!"

He simply nods in reply. Shit, he's in a horrible mood today. You lead him to the couch, "Are you alright Eric?"

"I'm fine," he says curtly.

You take his hand and he stiffens, "Eric, this isn't going to work if you don't share what happened, I'm not just your therapist anymore, I'm also your friend."

He is silent and you pray that you didn't cross the line by using the word friend. He finally looks at you sadly, "He came here today."

"Who?" You ask worried, "Who came here Eric?"

"Alright, in the first session we had together you asked me about my past and I didn't want to talk about it, but today I do," You nod still holding his hand, "Well the reason I'm so fucking full of anger is because 9 years ago my dad left me, my sister, and my mom for his fucking side bitch. My mother was shattered, and she resorted to alcohol to drown her sorrows, eventually that alcohol turned into drugs. I spent my life without a father and even though my mother was there, she really wasn't. I basically had to raise myself and my younger sister, and when my mother was kind of sober, she would spend her time beating us."

His voice breaks and tears flood his eyes, "And today, that fucking asshole had the nerve to come here to talk about the past!"

"Eric," You say gently, "I'm so sorry."

You hold him in your arms for a while until he finally pulls away, "Thank you Y/N, for always being here for you. You're the first person who didn't look at me like I'm a complete asshole when I walked into the infirmary that day. You're the first person who ever stuck around with me for so long, thank you Y/N. I-I think I'm in love with you."

You hold back tears and say, "I think I'm in love with you too Eric!"

You finally do what you have been waiting to do for weeks now; you lean in and kiss him. The kiss goes from sweet and gentle, to rough and passionate. You finally pull away, and look deeply into each other's eyes and smile.

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