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Peter came to about halfway to the infirmary. He was being carried by Four, thrown over a shoulder like a sack of potatoes.
“I can walk.” Peter groaned, his head pounding. Four dropped him down onto his feet as soon as Peter started squirming.
“Nice of you to wake up.” Four said, keeping a steadying arm around Peter’s shoulder. He just glared and moved to walk by himself, but his body betrayed him and he swayed dangerously. Four grabbed him just before he crumpled, saving him from further embarrassment.
“How long was I out?” Peter asked, giving in and letting Four help him walk.
“Not long, only a couple minutes.” That’s two minutes too many. When I see that bitch next I’m gonna… blind rage tore through Peter. It was that Peacenik’s fault he was over here hobbling in shame next to Four instead of watching Molly beat the shit out of Christina. He could feel the fucking Amity probably gloating to everyone in the room about how she knocked him out. It was only a lucky fucking shot! He dropped his arm for one second and her punch just happened to land. Everyone knew that he should have won that fight.
Fuming, Peter didn’t notice when they arrived at the infirmary until he was being pushed towards a bed. It was small and made up exactly like the ones in the nurses office at school. God, he hated that place. He remembers the one time he went to school after having had the flu and he threw up his lunch in the middle of a lesson. He had to lay in a bed just like that and wait while the nurse determined that he still had the flu and needed to be sent home. He shuddered at the memory.
“How long do I have to stay here?” Peter grumbled.
“As long as the doctors say you have to. She’ll be here in a minute.” And with that, Four left Peter to fume.
The nurse took his vital signs and gave him some painkillers. She told him since he was lucid he’d probably be out by dinner time.
It was late in the Dauntless compound. Sasha really should have been in bed by now back in the transfer initiates room but she had been having so much fun with the Dauntless-born initiates that she just lost track of time. She sauntered down the hallway eager to get to bed, knowing Eric would definitely rag on her tomorrow if she was too tired to fight. She was so preoccupied thinking about her impending humiliation that she didn’t notice the dark shadow lurking by the water fountain. In a flash, Sasha was pinned to the cold concrete wall.
“You shouldn’t let your guard down so easily.” Peter sneered in her face, his breath tinged with alcohol. His elbow was digging into her chest making it difficult to breathe. “You might get hurt.” Sasha felt the cool edge of his blade running along her hip, her shoulder and coming to rest at her neck.
“Would you really hurt me? You’re still ahead of me in the rankings.” She managed to squeeze out, not wanting to show her growing panic.
“Point taken. But there is something that I want from you.” He slid his arm from her chest to fiddle with the hem of her tank and slide his hand underneath to caress her stomach.
“What, you couldn’t convince one of your lackeys to blow you? I thought for sure Drew would get down on his knees for you.” Sasha said boldly even though she felt that her heart was pounding out of her chest. She was finally able to breathe properly despite the sharp blade against her neck.
“That’s not very nice coming from an Amity girl. Why don’t you give me the care you girls are so famous for, huh?” He pressed closer, grinding his crotch against hers. His fingers moved to tug on her belt loops as if to pull them down but then changed his mind. He licked the shell of her ear, causing her to shudder violently. She wished he would stop playing with her like a toddler plays with their food.
“Who would ever care about someone like you?” Sasha spat out venomously. “I’d pity you, if I thought you deserved it. If you jumped into the chasm, everyone would throw a party! No, I do not and will not ever care about dishonest, cowardly scum like you.” She jerked her knee, slamming it into his crotch.
Gasping for air, she slowed herself to a light jog when she made it to the transfers’ room. She eyed her bed distastefully. It was too close to Peter’s for her liking.
Al’s sobbing broke through the silence and her thoughts about sleeping in the bathroom. Sasha had always like Al. He was huge but such a softy. His kindness reminded her of all she had left behind in Amity. She made her decision and walked over to his bed. She crouched in front of him and whispered gently;
“Hey Al” he fixed his tear-swollen eyes on her. “I’ll make you a deal. I’ll comfort you if you protect me.” He looked puzzled like he wasn’t sure what she was asking him to do. Before he could ask she blurted out “Just, can I sleep in your bed tonight with you? My bed’s too close to Peter’s.” Her eyes pleaded with him to understand. Al nodded and slid over to accommodate her. She slid in, close enough on the small bed that he had to put his arm around her waist. She wiped the quickly drying tears from his cheeks with a gentle hand. Once his cheeks were dry she moved to softly stroke his hair, like she would for her brother. Pretty soon his breathing evened out and Al was snoring lightly in her ear. It took Sasha much longer to fall asleep. When she did finally fall asleep she didn’t sleep for very long. She was soon woken up by Edward’s screams. A knife was sticking out of his eye socket.