Dauntless

Part 4

Well I certainly felt like shit.

But getting shot will make you feel that way I suppose.

I’d been in the infirmary for two days now and I felt like I was going to go crazy from being stuck in the bed all day. Tori visiting didn’t help, either, although I appreciated her coming to see me; I just didn’t appreciate the berating, as if I’d literally asked the man to shoot me while I was trying to save someone’s life.

Perhaps she would’ve been more okay if it hadn’t been Eric I’d saved.

I sighed, and rubbed my eyes.

All I’d been doing was sleeping, thanks to the heavy amounts of morphine they’d been giving me, so I was in a constant drowsy state.

It was really irritating, made it hard to focus and I kept losing time.

It felt like I’d been in the bed for years at this point.

“I’m glad you’re finally awake.”

Hmm?

My head rolled, and I blinked at him several times before I recognized him.

“What are you doing here?” I rasped, surprised.

Eric was visiting me in the hospital?

How long had he been here?

He arched a cocky brow at me as he lifted himself out of the lone chair, stepping over to my side and curling his hands around the bed rail.

“You got a problem with me being here?”

“If you’re going to be an asshole, yeah.”

He grinned, and I could see his shoulders relax.

Aww, did he think I was going to be mad at him?

Big baby.

“How are you feeling?”

“Like I got shot twice,” I grunted, forcing myself to sit up a little more so I wouldn’t be reclining; it made me feel too vulnerable, and I didn’t want to appear weak in front of him.

Never in front of Eric.

His eyes flicked to the bandages circling my arm, and then roved to my stomach, that wound hidden beneath the shirt I was wearing.

It had hurt like an absolute bitch, but turns out you didn’t need your appendix.

Lucky right?

“I owe you a jacket,” I said after a moment, raising my eyes to his. “I know it was your favorite.”

“it’s just a jacket.”

“Still.”

“Don’t worry about it,” he shook his head, the light catching on his eye brow piercings. “You know I don’t give a shit about stuff like that.”

Sure he didn’t.

I rolled my eyes.

He completely cared he was just too tough to admit it.

They always were.

I shifted a little, grimacing.

“Have you talked to Max yet?” Eric suddenly asked, and I frowned.

“No, why?”

“He’ll be down soon to get your end of the story,” he explained after a moment, shifting.

“Oh, alright.”

“What are you going to tell him?”

“The truth. What else is there to say?”