I Can't Hide The Fire Within (Divergent Fanfiction)

I Can't Hide The Fire Within part 4

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Breathe, Sophie. Everything is going to be fine. Just remember to keep inhaling an exhaling. Oxygen is good. Oxygen is important for what you are about to do.

My hands shake as I grab the needle and thread from the first aid kit.

I had sat Dean down so that he wasn’t in direct view of the other patients. I didn’t want them to have to see this. But there was also a small thought in the back of my head that said I did it because if I killed the boy I didn’t want any witnesses.

Just relax, Sophie. You can do this. You know how it’s meant to be done. You’ve seen the doctors and nurses do this thousands of times before.

I tried to poke the thread through the eye of the needle but I missed. My hands were shaking too much.

I tried again. Miss. I huffed in annoyance. Again. Miss.

Miss. Miss. Miss.

I was about to try once more when a pair of warm rough hands enclosed mine.

“Why don’t you let me?” Dean suggested, taking the objects out of my hands before I could even object. I had expected his tone to be mocking or teasing me for not being able to do it, but it was gentle and the smile on his face was a kind one.

He put the end of the thread into his mouth before poking it through the hole of the needle, managing to do it first time.

How did he do that? That’s not fair! I’m the one who actually works here.

The feeling of inadequacy that I have become very used to, rises inside me once again. I’m the one who works here and yet I’m needing HIS help. He’s the patient. I’m meant to be helping him, not the other way around.

I cleaned over the wound one last time, prepping it for the stitches. I guess the next thing that I have to do is stick the needle in him.

Maybe I should check if this needle is sterilised first? Even though I did just take it out of a sealed packet, it’s always better to be safe rather than sorry. What about the length of thread? What if it’s not long enough? I should measure out a longer bit. And now more blood has seeped out of the cut and I can’t see the edges clearly. I’m going to have to wipe it again.

“You know, unless you can magically stitch up my arm by staring at it you’re going to have to put the needle in it at some point.” Dean smirked. He was right, I was trying to find any excuse I could think of to put off stitching him up but I couldn’t do that forever. I had to just get over my fear and do it.

“It’s your arm that I’m about to stick a needle into, aren’t you worried that I’ll leave a permanent mark on you?” I asked, confused as to how he could be so calm about this.

“I don’t really care about having permanent marks on my skin.” He said, his smirk getting wider as he pulled down the back of the collar of his shirt revealing the black ink on his skin. He had the dauntless symbol tattooed onto the back of his neck.