CHAPTER TWELVE
( JOLT )

     THE EXPLANATION THAT I NEEDED wasn't such an exciting responce to my question. It scares me that I've forgotten what had happened to me. Am I losing my mind? Or am I overreacting?

"What are you thinking about, love?" Newt asks, sitting in the chair next to my bed.

By this time, all the Gladers had piled out of my room, and gone back to bed. Thomas and I were let off the hook- with the whole Slammer situation. But still, everyone became a little bit suspicious.

Except for Newt.

"That I'm going crazy." I say softly, staring at my hands as I play with my fingers. "How could I forget everything that happened? How could I know that the weapons would be hiding under the map room?"

"You're not going crazy." He assures me, pulling my hand into his. "I promise that we'll figure this out. But for now, you need to get some rest."

I nod, still hesitating about being alone. What if I black out again, and hurt someone?

He stands from the chair, places a small kiss on my forehead, and walks to the door. As he grabs the handle, I finally open my mouth to speak.

"Newt?"

"Yeah?" He turns back to me, his hand still lingering on the handle.

"C-can you stay with me?" I ask, feeling my cheeks heat up slightly. "You don't have to! I just-"

"Of course, love." He smiles. "No need to be embarrassed."

"Newt!" I whine, covering my face with my hands- my cheeks heating up even more. "Just get in the damn bed."

He chuckles, before slipping off his shoes. He slides into the bed next to me, and flips off the light switch. I snuggle under the blankets, and let out a small giggle as Newt wraps his arm around my waist, and pulls me into his chest.

His breath fans my neck, and I sigh in content, relaxing into him. His arm stays secure around my waist as I yawn, and close my eyes.

"Goodnight, Grace."

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"Awwwww!" Someone says in a girly voice. "Look at 'em! They're so cute together."

Chuck.

"I know, shank." Someone giggles. "I ship it!"

Minho.

"Stop. Fucking. Talking." I snap, keeping my eyes closed.

"Get up, slintheads." Garret chuckles, smacking me with a pillow. I jolt upward, sending glares at all of them.

"You're fucking dead, Garret!" I screech. Newt groans, letting his arm fall from my waist.

I jump from the bed, grabbing a pillow.

"Oh, shit!" Nik shoves at Garret. "You're screwed, man! Run!"

I let out a battle cry, and begin sprinting after Garret. I chase him out of the Homestead, and all around the Glade, saying every cuss word I know. And once I finally catch up to him, I tackle him, then start my attack on him.

I straddle his waist, and slap him several times in the face with my pillow.

"That's what you get when you try to come between a girl and her beauty sleep." I smirk, flip my hair, and strut away from him.

Minho laughs in the distance, Chuck, Gally, and Newt standing next to him. I run over them, and immediately jump into Newt's arms, wrapping my arms around his neck.

"Carry me." I say dramatically, leaning into his chest. "I want to go back to my bed."

"Sorry, love, but I have to go out into the Maze today." He shrugs. "But Minho has the day off."

"Well, goodbye, Newt," I kiss him on the cheek, jumping out of his grasp. I throw myself into Minho's arms, and lean against him, like I did to Newt. "Take me away, Minho. I need some serious sleep."

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After my nap, the rest of the day went by extremely slow. I spent most of my time thinking about the memories that I've been having, and whether or not I should tell anyone about them.

But, for now, I think it's better to keep this to myself.

I'm not even sure if they're real. For all I know, this could be a coax by the Creators. I lay my head against Minho's shoulder, not feeling too well.

"What's wrong?" Minho asks, looking down at me.

"I'm not feeling well." I shrug.

"Do you need to see the Med-jacks?"

"No." I shake my head. "I just think I slept too long. It's no biggie."

"You should eat, Grace." He shoves my plate of steak towards me. "It'll make you feel better."

Just the thought of eating right now, made me want to vomit. It's not that it didn't look good- because damn, it looks delicious. I just don't feel up to eating. And when i don't eat, you should know something's wrong.

"I'm not hungry. So... when is Newt coming back?" I change the subject.

"In an hour or so." He replies, shoving a piece of steak into his mouth. "Why? Do you have a crush on Newt?"

"I don't have time for a love life here." I roll my eyes. "I have bigger problems to worry about."

"Like . . . ?" He trails off, raising his eyebrows.

"Nothing," I push it away. "Nothing at all."

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3rd Person P.O.V.

"Status update, Jansen." Ava Paige demands, stepping up to his desk.

"Grace has made a fast recovery." Jansen states, staring at his daughter on the projection. "It seems like she's grown weak from holding back with her memories, though. She should be ready for step 2 by tonight."

"Great." Ava smirks. "Now send Teresa to the control room. I want her to prepare the monitor for Grace's chip."

"What type of damage are you doing this time, Ava?" Jansen asks, becoming worried for his daughter.

"Very little damage, Jansen." She places a hand on his shoulder. "She's only going to have a small . . . jolt. It's nothing too strong."

"Ava." Teresa knocks on the office door lightly.

"Yes, dear?"

Teresa opens the door, facing them with a straight face. "I don't think that Grace will be able to take her punishment tonight. She seems exhausted right now, and I don't think she can take it. Can we push it off until tommorow?"

"No, absolutely not." Ava shakes her head. "The procedure must go on. We can not stop for anything. We need her prepped and ready by the end of the hour."

"Yes, Dr. Paige." Despite the urge to argue with Ava, Teresa walks away, and heads to the conrol room. Following orders, she places her lab-broadcasted microphone headband on, and begins to speak.

"Attention lab workers of the W.I.C.K.E.D. program. Subject A78- Grace- needs to be hacked for procedure A. Prepare her chip for the Jolt."

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Grace's P.O.V.

I lay in my bed, staring up at the ceiling, a queezy feeling rising in my stomach. Newt still hasn't returned from the Maze.

It's actually normal for the Runners to be gone this long, but I guess I'm just worried.

Minho, Garret, and Nik are all outside, having a useless conversation about nothing in particular. I was invited to join them, but I turned the offer down. An unsettling wave of nausea keeps hitting me like a brick, adding more stress to my list.

I bite my lip as a small pain is sent through my head. I groan, placing a hand on my forehead.

The pain gets more intense, sending shocks through my body. Then, all at once, my body seems to freeze. My limbs cramp up, and I can't move.

The only sense of the life in me, is the conrol of my eyes, and the slowing rise and fall of my chest.

And that's when I begin to panic. I close my eyes, and try my best to do... well, anything. Only to fail.

The jolts in my head get stronger, and I have the need to let out a loud scream. My voice gets caught in my throat, not letting me utter a word.

What's happening to me?

The only thing I know- is that I have to get help. An idea almost immediately pops into my brain.

I have to talk to Thomas.

Thomas? Thomas, please answer if you can hear me. I think, squeezing my eyes shut.

What?! Who are you? How is this possible? What the hell is going on? Thomas bombards me with questions.

It's Grace. I can't explain right now, but I need help. Please hurry.

Without a responce, I writhe in pain, my body still limp. The pain increases, and the jolts spread through my chest.

My eyes grow heavy, and my vision blurrs. I fight to keep my consciousness, but nothing is working at this point.

The door to Minho and I's bedroom swings open, revealing a very terrified Thomas. His expression gets even more terrified, when he notices my state.

One last glance of his face is all I get, before my whole body shuts down, and I am overwhelmed with more memories.

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