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Eric Coulter | Divergent | Not my gif | Requested
Without turning around, shoulders hunched over, you sigh, “ Well, are you just going to stand there or are you going to help me?” It’s silent until you finally hear the sound of his footsteps coming towards you. You were staring at the wall lined with some reflective metal across from you when he comes into your line of vision, taking hold of the bandages you had thrown to the floor after you finally realized you wouldn’t be able to change them without help. Both of you are silent as you lay yourself down on the cot, knowing that it would be better to put the bandages on that way.
It’s silent between you two, both of you not knowing what to say. He avoided eye contact once he finished changing your bandages, turning to throw the old wraps in the bin. Slowly, you sit up and carefully put on the loose tank top the medic had recommended you wear. Getting off the cot, you open your mouth to say something when you’re interrupted.
“What were you thinking?” Eric says, his back still turned towards you. You’re taken a back by how harsh his words sound.
Frowning, you ask, “Excuse me?”
Eric pounds his fist onto the table, startling you as he swiftly turns towards you, his jaw clenched so hard you were afraid he might break it. “Did you really think no one would find out?! That you could keep training with an injury as bad as that and no one would notice?! How ignorant are you?! You could have died of infection if that other initiate hadn’t of taken you down and your makeshift stitches hadn’t of ripped open!!”
You could feel your body slightly shake as Eric yelled at you, you weren’t sure if it was out of fear or anger. Eric wasn’t one of the nicest leaders in Dauntless by far, you expected him to tell you that you’re out of Dauntless and are now factionless but what you didn’t expect is for him to yell at you about what you did.
Tired of his yelling and disapproving looks, you interrupt him, “What did you expect me to do?!?! Would you have preferred me to tell the others that I was injured and couldn’t train anymore?? So that they can judge me and tell me that I should have never left Amity, so that they think I’m weak!! I joined Dauntless because I didn’t want to be seen as weak anymore, I wanted to be better and if it took me hiding an injury to stay in training, to stay and hopefully join Dauntless then I would do it all over again.”
You were out of breath by the time you finished yelling back at Eric. The shaking in your body stopped and all you could do is glare at Eric as he glared back at you. “Besides, why do you care what happens to me. After all I’m just a weak Amity who has no place being in Dauntless, right?! That’s what you told the other leaders when I first got here. It’s people like you that made me not want to say anything about me being injured, it would just give you more of a reason to kick me out.”
Tired of yelling, you make to leave the med room, deciding that being anywhere but there would be the best. Reaching towards the doorknob, a hand on your wrist stops you. Looking up, Eric is standing close to you, almost too close that if you were to take a very deep breath your chests would touch.
Meeting Eric’s eyes, you’re surprised to see remorse and something else you couldn’t make out. He takes a deep breath and your chests brush slightly, “I never said that, I have no idea where you heard that but it never happened.” You look at him, your eyebrows raised as you don’t believe him. “And as much as I tried not too, I do care. I care a lot for you, something I never thought I would feel for someone else, especially for someone who seems to hate me. It’s because I care for you that you’re not out of Dauntless and you still have a second chance.”
Your eyes soften as you register what Eric had just said to you. Shock envelops your body, but not enough that you can still feel his hand let go of your wrist and take hold of your hand. Raising your head, you look into his eyes and you finally understand what that something else in his eyes was. He smiles slightly down at you and you feel yourself return the smile back.
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Eric Coulter | Divergent | Requested | Not my gif
“I really don’t think this is a good idea”, you say to Eric.
Coming to an amusement park wasn’t your idea. If it were up to you, you would be curled up on a couch next to Eric, watching some cheesy horror movie. But no, you are sitting next to Eric, strapped into a seat on a highly dangerous roller coaster.
Eric chuckles and gently squeezes your hand, that has been tightly holding his since you sat down, “ You’ll be fine Y/N. If this wasn’t safe, they wouldn’t let people on.” Oh, how wrong he was.
Sure you didn’t fly out of your seat, but the moment the ride reached its highest point and dropped, you were out like a light. Eric, who was to busy enjoying himself, didn’t notice you had passed out until he felt your hand let go of his.
By the time you snapped out of it, the ride was over and was pulling up to the exit. The sound of Eric’s booming laughter echoing in your ears.