Alex crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow at the Captain. Why was he stopping her from following the guys? Minho stopped beside her. Newt turned around and crossed his arms, Thomas and Frypan also stopped. Clint, A.J and Leo turned around and walked back over.

"Man Shanket, you're always causing trouble." A.J said.

She glared at him. Then spun around back to the Captain, who was standing stone still. His face showed nothing.

"What now Captain Marshmallow? Are you going to tell me I'm sleeping somewhere else? By myself? Alone?! Well. Save your breath. I lived, showered, ate, worked and slept alongside these guys! We fought for our lives side by shuckin side! We watched our brothers die together. They are my family. I WILL NOT BE LEFT ALONE! ESPECIALLY AFTER THE SHUCKED UP KLUNK I'VE BEEN THROUGH!" Her voice got louder with each sentence until she was yelling at the Captain.

She stopped for a second, her voice caught in her throat. "I can't...I...I need them.."

Her eyes were also watering. She was actually terrified to be alone with her thoughts and feelings right now. Maybe she would have been okay if Teresa was with her...but she knew even Tes couldn't help if her night terrors got out of hand. She really did need Newt and especially Minho.

"Please." She whispered, she wiped a tear, frustrated with herself.

Why do I always cry? Stupid bodily functions! You cry when you're sad and mad and frustrated...STOP SHUCKEN CRYING!

"I don't want to be alone. I can't be alone." She whispered. The Captain just watched her.

"Are you done?" The Captain asked. Alex didn't say anything, just staring at her boots.

"Good. What I was going to say was: Dr. Prior wanted to meet with you, he wanted to do a few X rays in the morning."

Alex continued to look at her boots, she could feel a blush rising on her cheeks. "Oh." She said sheepishly. "Sorry for yelling at you then."

She looked back up at him guilty. She saw his face soften. "Understandable. It's been an ordeal." He nodded at her. "Get some rest. I'll be back to collect you in the early morning."

He ushered them inside. Alex and the guys turned around, and he closed the door. She heard it lock with a click. She didn't like being locked in things...she felt stuck.. claustrophobic.

"Awwww Lil Lady-Bean! Did you really mean what you said? Do you really need us?" Frypan joked with a goofy smile.

Alex took a second to look at the guys around the room. She smiled sadly at them. "Every word Frypan. Every bloody shucken word."

"Aww don't I feel loved!" Minho clutched his heart.

"Ya, everyone knows about you, shank! It's the rest of us!" Leo piped up as he chucked a pillow at Minho.

Alex smiled sadly watching as the guys picked bunks. She couldn't believe that out of 60 boys there were only seven boys plus the girls left. She really failed at getting her boys out. She was supposed to protect them, she was supposed to give her life to keep them safe. Except she was the one living and the boys were all lying dead.

Minho grabbed her hand and pulled her with him to a bunk. She sat down beside him on a bottom bunk. She put her head in her hands with a soft groan, rubbing her forehead. It was still pounding.

"You okay?" His voice asked softly, tucking some hair behind her ear.

Alex nodded, "just a headache. It's been a long couple days. Feels like forever...but we were still in the Glade yesterday at this time."

He rubbed her back. "Ya..ya it has. You want to sleep for a bit?"

Alex nodded again. "I'm going to go wash up, take this braid out. I'll be back in a few minutes."

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Alex had pulled her tank top off and placed it on the bathroom counter beside the sink. She checked the scar where the doctor took the stitches out, it didn't look so red and irritated anymore

She tried to see her back, see how healed it was after that weird looking medical device he used. To her amazement it was just a long pink line running from her right shoulder blade down to her left hip.

A few more scares to add to her growing collection. She sighed sadly and pulled a few bathroom supplies out of the cupboard, which was nicely stocked. She washed her face and brushed her teeth. And started to undo the braid Teresa had done. It was really pretty, and made her feel like a warrior, but not comfortable to sleep in. And she was done being a warrior right now. She wanted to rest. To curl up in bed, Minho's arms around her and sleep. She wanted to forget her troubles. She wanted to be a teenage girl.

There was a gentle knock on the door breaking her thoughts off.

"Just a second." She called.

"Alex...it's me. Can I come in?"

"Doors open." The door opened slowly. "Hey, what's up Newt?" She asked, smiling tiredly at him. He was looking at everything but her and he was playing with his fingers. He let the door close behind him.

"Newt. What's wrong?" Alex's asked concerned, nothing usually made Newt nervous like this.

"Ummm well...don't get mad, okay?" He glanced at her and shoved his hands into his pockets

Alex dropped her hands from her hair, crossing them over her chest, and turned to look at him, leery yet interested. "No promises. But continue."

He sighed, sweeping his blond curtain out of his face. "Just...just don't make a big scene about everything around here, alright? Just 'cause Tes is still with the doctors and the coffee was the same...don't bloody mean anything. Maybe Director Janson really does just want to know everything they can about WICKED...they might actually be good guys." He rubbed the back of his neck.

"Ha. And I'm NOT gonna need therapy after this!" Alex rolled her eyes, "There is clearly something else going on. It's way too suspicious, too convenient...too many similarities, Newt. Don't get comfortable. Why do you think they are the good guys?"

"Why do you want them to be bad so desperately?" He retorted louder, a frown on his face.

"I would love for them to be good guys, Newt." She yelled, 'But, I trust my gut. And my gut says, don't trust that Rat Man! He's a creep and he's hiding something! They aren't who they say they are!" Alex challenged.

"No, Alex, you don't know that! The only thing that we do know is that they helped rescue us from WICKED."

Alex scoffed, cutting him off. She had folded her arms and rolled her eyes.

Newt went on like he didn't hear her, but his tone was sharper.

"They gave us new clothes. They gave us food. They gave us a proper bed. Some of us haven't had that in a long time. Some of us.." he gave her a pointed look, "a lot longer than others." He finished angrily, he had taken a step forward, his finger pointing at her, his voice had risen in volume.

"You think just because someone swoops in and gives you a little comfort, they have your best interest in mind? You'll believe everything they tell you? I thought you were smarter than that! Don't let them lull you into placidness! Don't be bloody stupid! Use your shucken bloody brain Newt!"

She was throwing her hands around and pointing a very accusatory finger right back at him, marching up to him.

"You just don't want to use your eyes and SEE. Don't be a slint head!" She hissed, poking him in the chest.

Newt's jaw was clenched and his hands were in fists.

She dropped her voice into a dangerous whisper. "Ya you had 2 years in that hell hole. My 2 years trapped in WICKED risking my life to smuggle information wasn't a shucken walk in the bloody park either, Newton! Being tortured, spying, stealing information, being a double agent, right under their noses...Don't try to pull that kinda klunk on me. I'm not dumb enough to have that work on me! We both went through hell. And you shucken know that! So get off that bloody high horse!"

He didn't say anything. He smacked her hand away, turned on his heel and slammed the bathroom door shut behind him.

Alex groaned.

I needed Newt on my side. Why is he being so shucken stubborn?! That's my job! Shucken bloody boys!

She turned back to the mirror, saw her reflection and averted her eyes hating what she saw staring back at her.

A shucken human and Griever chew toy.

She took a big breath in, closing her eyes in frustration, trying to keep the frustrated angry, over tired tears back. She placed her hands on the counter leaning heavily on them. She let her head drop, her hair falling around her, her eyes still closed, trying hard not to cry. The bathroom door opened and closed

"I'm not in the shucken mood Newt." She snapped.

"Good thing I'm not that ugly shank then."