Inferno

Chapter 17: I'm Okay

Yo. Here's the next chapter. It's a little long at almost 4,000 words but you guys earned it ;)

So I've decided that in the next ten or so chapters this story will end. My question for you guys, is do you want a sequel, or do you want me to start a new story? I was thinking of writing one about Captain Boomerang, since I just saw Suicide Squad and it was pretty darn good.

Let me know what you think!

~Caruscus

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Tobias walks me to the infirmary shortly after Eric and Max left. We walk around Marcus while he's still on the floor and Tobias 'accidentally' steps on his hand, crunching his fingers in the process.

It's silent on the way there, and any Dauntless we come across move out of the way for us, either giving us curious looks or not caring at all. It's the brave faction, this sort of thing must happen a lot.

The nurse from before, Mary, is the one who greets us. She shakes her head at me and gently helps me sit on the edge of one of the beds. Tobias stands in the corner of the room, arms crossed and body stiff. I can tell he's still quietly seething.

"I'm going to need you to take off your shirt, honey. Four, can you excuse us a minute?" She addresses him, looking under her brow.

His jaw ticks, and I can tell he wants to fight it. "Four, please?" I ask him quietly. I don't want him to see what I currently look like.

His eyes dart to mine before he lets out a breath through his nose and steps out of the room, slamming the door behind him.

"He seems unhappy." Mary states, slowly helping me to slip my arms out of the shirt.

"Yeah, well, he's been unhappy with me a lot lately."

"What's up with you and those two guys? They fighting over you or something?"

I choke, stopping her from pulling my shirt up. "Woah, no. Four is my brother."

She stares at me and then shrugs. "I can see it."

"You're a lot more quick at accepting than most people."

"Working in here, I see and hear a lot of things."

She pulls the shirt over my head, leaving me in just my bra. The fabric rubs on some of the wounds, irritating them and causing me to hiss out in pain. She folds the shirt and puts it on the bed beside me before inspecting me.

"Oh honey, what happened?" She asks softly, her cold fingers carefully touching a bruise on my stomach.

I wave my hand. "Nothing I can't handle."

She purses her lips but doesn't say anymore. "I can't do anything about the bruises except give you pain pills." She pushes on my shoulder, urging me to turn my back to her. She lets out a grunt when she sees my back. "You're lucky you don't need stitches."

"That bad, huh?"

"Well, yes and no. It's going to hurt for a while. You won't want to be on your back for very long. I can give you some ointment for these. Apply it twice a day, one in the morning and one before bed. Use it for two weeks and you shouldn't have any scars. The same thing goes for your hands."

She opens a cupboard below the bed and pulls out a small rectangular box. Opening the lid I see a tube inside. Dumping it out on her hand, she unscrews the lid and puts a small dab on her finger before putting the gel on my face. "You have a few small cuts here but I wouldn't worry about them. Just put a little more on there tonight and you should be fine. It's your back you need to be careful with." Then she proceeds to put the same ointment on my back and hands. It stings, but after a few seconds the burning goes away and I'm left with a numbing sensation.