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

I Can't Hide The Fire Within Part 5

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It had been a few days since Dean had come to the hospital in need of stitches and I couldn’t seem to get him off of my mind. I couldn’t explain why but he just always seemed to pop into my brain.

I would be at the hospital and I would find myself starring off at the spot where I had sewn up his arm, or I would see a patient come in with his floppy hair and I’d immediately assume it was him only to feel disappointed when I realised it wasn’t. I knew that it was bad of me to wish someone to need to go to hospital, but I wanted to see him again.

I’m not really sure why he was stuck on my brain but my best guess was because of his belief in me. He was a complete stranger and yet he had had faith in my abilities. More faith than I had had and even more faith than my parents had ever shown. It felt strange to have someone trust you. To literally put their life in your hands, and I had loved it.

The last couple of days had been dull in comparison to that day. There had been no major accidents or incidents which meant the emergency department was quiet. There was always a fairly steady stream of dauntless coming in with scrapes and cuts but even they had been few and far between this last week.

My stomach always clenched whenever someone in one of those black uniforms walked in. I used to think that it was because I so desperately wanted to be wearing one, but now I think that there might be another reason too. I wanted to see Dean again. Even if it was just to thank him for his confidence in me, I wanted to see him one last time.

When the dauntless faction came in with their wounds I often wondered about the stories behind them. It was hospital policy that we weren’t supposed to ask how they got their injuries so I wouldn’t pry but I’d always imagine dangerous and daring scenarios where they had risked their lives. I knew that my imagination was probably far off from what really happened but if it was, I didn’t want to be corrected. I liked my version of events, even if it wasn’t the true one, it was the one that I wanted to believe in.

I was just about to finish my shift when an erudite doctor dropped a heavy box of files on the desk in front of me with a smug grin.

“File these.” He said before walking off, not even waiting for me to say anything.

Most doctors in the hospital were nice, the reason they had gone in to medicine was because they cared about the people. They were usually the amity doctors. But there were others, who were in it for the knowledge. They wanted to be doctors because it was interesting not because they wanted to save lives. They tended to be the erudite doctors. They looked down on anyone who wasn’t as qualified as them, so me, being an untrained receptionist of sorts, was pretty unimportant to them.

One of the first things that I had learnt when working at the hospital was that when a doctor personally gives you a job to do, you shouldn’t pass it off to somebody else. If they assigned you the task, you were the one they wanted to complete it.

This meant that I wasn’t allowed to delegate the task of filing the box of papers in front of me to the person about to come in and take over after me.