Faction before blood?

Chapter 2

When I finally arrived at the mess-haul it was quarter past eight. Slumping down, I was too tired to even lift my head from the table.

"Rough night?" Tris asked my worriedly, while my brother handed me some coffee and a muffin.

"You have absolutely no idea. We've had 18 wounded guys, one of them still in critical condition. He got hit by an axe and lost his arm, eventhough they tried everything. If Erudite doesn't hurry up with the mechanical protesis he'll have to join the factionless."

I reported, while replacing the coffee with orange juice. The smell was making me nauseous.

"Damn. We saw everything on screen. If Eric wouldn't have run into the warehouse that dude would now be shark food." Zeke chimed in, after throwing bits of bread at his brother's head, who was busy making out with Marlene. "Dude, we're trying to eat here! Get it on somewhere else."

Uriah just flipped him off, but complied and dragged a giggling Marlene towards the pit.

"I heard our fearless leader was wounded. How's he? Still being able to outrank the common folks?" Christina scoffed.

"Yeah, he's fine. Just needed a few stitches." I replied offhandedly,while nibbling on my muffin, trying to change the subject. "How are Will's experiments coming along? We need those bulletproof vests. I can't stand pulling bullets out of people anymore."

"Maybe you should change professions then." Toby suggested with a raised eyebrow.

"Why are you so against me being a nurse? It's a great job that doesn't involve waving guns through the air like a herd of baboons."

"You can do so much more than that..." Four started again, but was interrupted by an annoyed Christina.

"Who the hell cares? For all I do she could earn her points dressed in a mini skirt, dancing on top of the bar at happy-hour.

You, missy, better start telling me what happened in the infirmary or I'm going to drag you through every single store in the whole compound." She threatened me, knowing how much I despised trying new clothes on. She smirked satisfied when she saw me shivering.

"So? And don't spare me any details."

I groaned, rubbing my eyes.

"He came in, trying to refuse any treatment or painkillers. I stitched up his shoulder with 11 stitches and put a bandage over it. Happy?" I added sarcastically, while lifting my head of the table just to find everyone staring at me. "What?"

"You were the one who treated him?", my brother asked sharply.

"Yeah, that's my job if you haven't figured it out yet." I stared at his face, that started to change colours.

"I don't want you anywhere near him. Do you understand?" He hissed, now standing up.

"You have absolutely no right to tell me what I can and can't do. I'm an adult so I can decide for myself." I threw right back at him.

"We'll see about that." And with that he got up and stormed out of the cafeteria, just like I had done weeks before.

"What a drama queen." Christina huffed, before looking at me again."Do you know that Jessica, you know the slutty one, says Eric has a dragon tattooed on his pelvis bone? With his tail wrapping around his little friend, if you know what I mean." She winked.

"That's not true. It's a tribal tattoo, just like the maze on his arms.", I replied in my sleep deprived haze, without thinking about what exactly I just said.