I was sitting in my room, technically Blake's, after being treated at medical. Turns out I was okay apart from some bruised ribs and a broken toe.

There wasn't much you could do a broken toe, it didn't even hurt that much.

My whole body ached and I was covered in bruises, but Blake was right: I'd had worse.

I understood why they did torture training. I wouldn't wish anyone to go through what I did, but today had failed miserably.

If I had to pick anyone to endure being tortured it would be Eli and me.

We were good.

"So you dated him," Eli called and I looked up...