Delirium (A Divergent Fanfiction)

Chapter Twelve: Champions

I slowly regained my vision as I blinked my eyes open. I didn't recognize where I was, but I assumed it was the Dauntless hospital wing. Will, Kate, and Al were gathered around the bed I had been laid in.

"Take it easy." Al directed as I tried to sit up. He gently pushed me back down to the low angle the bed was raised at. I raised my hand to touch my face and felt the swelling had gone down significantly.

"Be honest. How bad is it?" I asked, motioning to my face. The three exchanged glances and I sighed. "Never mind. If that's how you react, I think I'm better off not knowing."

"At least you look better than Peter." Will commented.

"Where is he, anyway?" I asked and looked around the room, not spotting him in any of the empty beds.

"He woke up about half an hour ago." Kate told me.

"And he didn't slit my throat while I slept?" I tested. "Wow."

"There's always tonight." Will offered and I glared at him.

"Just a tip, Will. Try not to make words come out of your face." I told him as I shifted in the bed, straightening my back.

"Is that the painkillers talking?" Will asked Kate.

"No. That was me." I answered for Kate. "How long have I been asleep?"

"It's just a little passed six, so about nine and a half hours." Kate informed me, shooting me an apologetic look.

"Were you guys on your way to dinner?" I questioned and they nodded. I began sitting up again.

"Woah, what do you think you're doing?" Kate snapped as I swung my legs over the side of the bed.

"I'm coming with you guys." They looked at me in objection. "There's no way in hell I'm giving Peter the satisfaction of putting me in the hospital wing longer than he already has." The three of them were hesitant, but eventually accepted my argument and helped me to my feet. I grabbed my leather jacket from the back of one of the chairs next to the bed and winced in pain as I pulled it on. I wasn't in as much pain as I had been before, probably because of the painkillers I had been given. I flipped my hair out from under the high collar of the jacket and threw it over the collar.

"Thanks, but I'm okay." I told Al as he rushed to help me walk. I gave him a warm smile and the four of us walked to the dining hall. As soon as Hazel and Nicole spotted me, they jumped from the benches they sat at and rushed towards me. I made eye contact with Peter and I was filled with satisfaction as I saw his battered face. He was holding an ice pack on his nose. He lowered it as soon as he saw me, exposing the swollen and bruised nose. I smirked at him as the five people crowded around me sat down, leaving a spot for me.

"Hold on." I said, after they motioned towards the spot for me to sit down. I walked towards the next table where the five Dauntless leaders were. I slid onto the bench next to Four and leaned over to whisper to him. "Thank you. For the training help. It's probably the reason Peter didn't beat me to a pulp." I told him.

"How do you feel?" He questioned.

"Pretty damn good after seeing what Peter looks like." I answered, standing up. "Thanks again." I said, and pecked him on the cheek, leaving the table and going to the one where the initiates sat at.

"You must be starving." Nicole said as I sat between her and Kate.

"Yeah, but I got hit in the jaw so many times, this doesn't look very appealing." I said, poking the chicken leg with a fork on the plate either Hazel or Nicole had made for me.