Dauntless

3

"Three to six week?!"

The doctor nodded his head. "You're lucky your ribs are just bruised instead of broken." He explained with a slight smile, trying to make me feel better.

It didn't

This honestly cant be happening.

I won't be able to do anything for the next six week. I can't fucking do that.

Damn it! This is all Eric's fault, he didn't have to slam me against his damn knee!

I just wanted to get up and kick Erics ass. That motherfucker actually put me out of commission.

I tried to sit up but the sharp pain shot right through me causing me to lay back down. It didn't hurt as much as it did when Four dragged me here, thanks to all the Morphine that they put me on.

I honestly don't think I can stay on bed rest for a whole six fucking weeks. I needed to move, I needed to be active. What am I supposed to do while I'm in bed? Just kick my legs or raise my arms at random time? NO!

"Six weeks is the maximum amount of time that you would be out but I'm sure that a strong girl like you will get better soon." He said as he stood up from the chair next to my bed. I watched him as he gave me a reassuring look.

I sighed and ran my hands through my hair.

In all honesty, I really just want to shower. I felt dirty. I felt like I rolled around in dirt and dust and my sweat was making me so cold.

"Well you look like shit."

I glared at the door before flipping him off.

"Shut the fuck up Eric, it's your fault I'm like this." I said glaring at him. Imagining little daggers stabbing all over his perfect body. I really just wanted to get up and punch him.

I went to get up but stop myself as I felt a strong pain. "Damn." I growled trying to ignore it.

I need to tell that nurse to give me some more morphine, hopefully I don't get addicted to those little shits.

"Lay your ass down." Eric said as he walked over to me and placing a hand on my shoulder, that I quickly swatted away. "Shut up Eric, I don't need you telling me what to do." I growled at him.

"What the hell is your problem."

I looked at him as if he was stupid, oh wait he was stupid.

"My problem? My problem is the fact that you bruised my rib, the fact that I can't do shit anymore!" I gripped the roots of my hair, trying to stop myself from throwing something at him. "Damn it Eric! You stupid fuck."

I was so damn angry. I legit wouldn't be allowed to do anything but mope around in my bed. "I don't know why you're getting so mad, I told you I was going to put you in your place." He said as a sick smirk made it's way onto his face.

"Yeah, my place, not a fucking infirmary bed!" I yelled.

Eric simply shrugged. "You'll live, and with how stubborn you are I highly doubt you would keep your ass in bed." He said crossing his arms.

"That's not the point Eric, you went to damn far." I growled. He was right, I was too stubborn to listen to the doctor and stay in bed but that wasn't the point that I was trying to make. Training shouldn't be taken so far that someone should be on bed rest or the next Six week. What doesn't he understand about that.

Erics face hardened. "Jessica, are you not Dauntless?"

"Of course I am."

"Then what I just did, shouldn't have put you here." He said as he started to walk away. "You're weak." He said causing me to grab the small glass cup besides me and chuck it at him. Sadly he closed the door just in time so it didn't hit him.

Even though the glass had shattered into small pieces, it didn't satisfy me at all. I threw myself back onto the bed and covered my face.

I wasn't weak, I've just been off my game as of late.

I've been having this bad feeling ever since yesterday and I just couldn't shake it. It was slowly eating away at me and driving me crazy.

Maybe sleeping will make me forget.

I closed my eyes and moved around, despite the pain, until my body was finally ready to go to sleep.

Next morning

"Lets go! Move those damn legs!" I yelled at the initiates, glaring at the ones that were falling behind the rest.

That stiff had made great process though. What was her name again? Tris, I believe. She was quickly getting better, surpassing the rest.

It bothered me slightly. She remained me of Four. Starting off in a rough patch, not really getting anything right. Then in a blink of an eye he was ranked number one, top of his class.

As I stared at her, that weird feeling I've been feeling suddenly came back. 

There's definitely something about her that-

"What are you doing here?"

I turned my head and crossed my arms, glaring at Eric.

"My job, dip shit." I said before turning back around.

"You're supposed to be in bed."

I rolled my eyes. I didn't have to see him to know he was glaring at me. I could feel his eyes burning right into the back of my head, challenging me to face him.

That was a challenge I gladly accepted

I turned towards him with a smirk on my face. "I'm fine, I don't need to be in bed." I said. "Why do you even care huh? You're the one who did this to me."

I didn't need to be in bed, I was perfectly fine. The pain was barely noticeable and I could move around just fine. It was like I had completely healed over night.

Three to six weeks my ass.

"You're only saying that because you probably downed the whole bottle of pain meds." He said smirking. He knew he was right to.

I groaned and glared at him. "I'm fucking fine asshole."

"Keep insulting me bitch, I'll make sure to break your ribs next time."

"I'll like to see you try." I glared at him, stepping closer to him, showing I wasn't back down.

To be honest, not backing down is what got me injured in the first place.

Oh well.

"You two are setting a bad example for the initiates."

Eric and I snapped our heads to the side to see Max standing there with a rather large meatball next to him.

Another guard? What the hell is going on.

Eric and I both stood straight looking at Max with a straight face.

"Sorry Max, you know how difficult Jessica can be." Eric smirked, causing my mouth to slightly open.

You fucking asshole!!

I knew I couldn't say anything or else Max would be up my ass for it. I shot Eric a glare that said I would get him back.

"Speaking of Jessica, shouldn't you be in bed resting." He said, looking at me closely.

"Why does everyone keep saying that." I quietly mumbled before fixing a small smile on my face. "I'm just fine Max, I'm dauntless after all."

Max stared at me before nodding his head. "Eric Let's go." Max said as he turned around. "We have important matters to discuss." He said.

Eric shot me a smirk, as if he was teasing me that Max trusted him, teasing me that I wasn't Max's lap dog.

"Also Jessica, you're training them not killing them." Max said to me.

I turned my head to see the initiates breathing heavily, three were on the floor, two were throwing up in trash cans and the rest were leaning on the walls as well as each other.

"Eh, they'll live."