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Chanelle wish she went to the Medjacks last night.

She wakes up with her back aching and sore. Her foot is throbbing painfully, and she cannot help but wince each time she moves. She is still at the Log, waking earlier than the Gladers, even the Runners. That makes her situation more shucking great.

She sits down slowly, biting her lip to prevent herself from making a sound. The pain is agonizing but not as torturous as being stung by a Griever.

She looks at her injury. It seems like she had twisted her ankle the previous day while trying, and deliberately failing, to escape the Glade. She did not want to deal with any of this klunk anymore.

Suddenly, she is hoist to the arms of a certain blonde male. She instinctively glare at him as soon as his face came to view.

"Put me down. I don't need your help," Chanelle growls, glaring straight into his eyes. Newt ignores her and carries her towards his tent. Chanelle huffs and folds her arms. He sits her down in his bed.

"Stubborn..." Chanelle mutters as she gets herself comfortable.

"So are you." Newt a hint of a smile dances on his face as he retrieves a roll of gauze from a closet nearby.

"Hmph." she grunts as Newt inspects the damage in her ankle.

"Well that looks awful," he says. Chanelle keeps silent.

Newt gets to work ignoring Chanelle's quiet protests. He carefully wraps the gauze around her ankle, slowing down every time she flinches.

"It hurts, dumbass," Chanelle hisses.

"I know."

He soon finishes wrapping it and forces Chanelle to lay down, Chanelle grudgingly complying. Newt also lays down and they both look at the ceiling, a tense silence spreading in each other's presence.

"You wouldn't have got an injury if you didn't try to run out to the Maze," Newt says after a couple of minutes in silence.

"I wouldn't have run if you didn't have to be stubborn," Chanelle shoots back.

"Wouldn't have shouted at you if you didn't ask to go back to the Maze."

"Wouldn't have wanted to go back to the Maze if you didn't try to ground me."

"Okay, you win." Newt grunts and Chanelle allows herself a small smile of victory. The tension ease as the two lay in another kind of quiet.

"Tell me, why didn't you want me to go out there again?" Chanelle asks. Newt shuffles, leaning on his elbow and starts playing with her long dark hair.

"I had... nightmares about it," Newt mumbles as he twirls her hair in his fingers. "And it always end with you dying."

Chanelle scoffs. "Me? Dying? Fat chance."

"Yeah, fat chance. Or it's just be being shucking paranoid," Newt replies with a small frown.

"I think it's just you being paranoid. I could handle myself, you know. Plus, I have a gun."

"And what use is a gun if you don't even have extra bullets?" Newt asks sceptically.

"Duh, I ask for more bullets from the Box," Chanelle answers with a fervent amount of sass like it is obvious.

"And if they don't grant your wish for more bullets?"

Chanelle grins. "Then I'm shucked."

Newt smiles and leans back to the pillow. "Have you been having nightmares?"

"...Yeah. More, recently," Chanelle mutters. "And there's voices in my head telling me-"

Don't.

Chanelle stops in the middle of her sentence.

"What?" Newt asks, looking worriedly at Chanelle.

"Nothing," Chanelle manages to say. "I just thought of something."

"What is it?" Newt asks again.

"When is the next greenie coming up?" Chanelle asks back, ignoring Newt's question.

"Two weeks from now, I reckon."

"Well that's dandy."

"What's it got to do with you?" he asks.

"A lot of things," Chanelle replies curtly.

"So... are we okay now?"

"For now."

"I guess that's better than not being okay at all."

Chanelle's POV

Two weeks had pass. I'm back up in my two feet, special thanks to Newt for 'nursing' me personally, and I am back walking around. They are having a Gathering though to decide what to do with me and I really appreciate that I am not needed there. Or more like I was needed but Newt persuaded them to let me be for a while. I don't like them talking about me like I'm not there.

So I walk around the Glade, earning a few greetings from the Gladers. They are all actually nice when they finally stopped the 'dibs' thing. I decide to go to Frypan because he is practically the only guy who I hang out with other than Newt (who was in a Gathering), Minho (who is in the maze), and Chuck (who is currently in toilet duty).

"Hey Frypan," I greet him as I enter his kitchen. I have learned that he is very territorial in the kitchen the hard way, which includes getting caught raiding the fridge in the middle of the night.

"Hey Channie," Frypan says and grins as he chops off some meat. I frown.

"Channie?" I ask.

"That's what the Gladers call you now. Chanelle plus greenie, Channie," Frypan explains, humor written on his face.

"First of all, I don't like it. Second, I am not the greenie here. Chuck is," I reason. He chuckles.

"You are a greenie. The first girl in the Glade," he points out. I think about it and nod slowly.

"You have a point. Need some help?"

He instructs me to make some sandwiches. I don't mind it that much but my sandwich isn't as perfrct as Frypan's. I guess it looks distinguishable, in a way.

"That looks pretty good," Frypan praises. I give him a lopsided grin.

"I guess I am pretty amazing," I say and leave.

I walk around again, ending up with the builders. Gally is intimidating the first day but then I realize he isn't as intimidating as I thought he is.

"What are you doing here?" he sneers.

"Oh, I'm here to get my foot checked," I answer sarcastically. What else should I be doing here? Eat?

"Look here, greenie-"

"I am not a bloody greenie, shuckhead," I warn him. "Go on."

"Look here, Channie," he says with a mocking tone, "you ain't special just because you're the only girl here."

"You ain't bossing me around just because you're here longer than me. So old man, I'll get lost before all your hair turns white in anger," I say with a satisfied smirk before running away.

I walk around aimlessly, looking for people to annoy because annoying people, as I have discovered, is one of my infamous talents. I end up seeing a small window at a shaded area so I decide to look at it. As I walk towards it thinking, I freeze. It's that window.

I shake my head and go to the opposite direction. I have remembered as much as to know how many were terrified just by looking at that window.

I see Newt in the distance, and I sense that the Gathering is finish. I walk up to him and he nods in greeting.

"So, what fate have you bestowed for this innocent girl of the Glade?" I ask mockingly. He grimaces.

"You're allowed to go back in the Maze again," he grumbles.

"Yes!" I punch my fist to the air.

"But," Newt continues quickly, "with supervision by me."

I groan. "Really?"

Newt whistles. "Yeah."

"I do not need supervising like some unexperience bastard," I retort.

"You're unexperienced," Newt counters. I narrow my eyes on him.

"Are you saying I can't handle myself?"

Newt shrugs. "Actually, yes."

I groan as a sign of defeat. "Fine, but don't think I would wait for you when you're fallin' behind."

"I was a bloody Runner before, Channie," Newt teases. I glare at him.

"Oh my gosh. Please stop the 'Channie' thing," I grunt. Newt chuckles.

"I think it's cute," he says.

"But I'm not cute," I say.

"You're right."

"What?"

"You're beautiful."

It took me a good few seconds before realizing what he said. I feel blood rush to my cheeks. Newt smiled cheekily.

"There, you're cute when you blush," Newt laughs. I look away, feeling my heart race. Newt's laugh is melodic.

"Shush you," I say, putting a hand to his mouth. Instead of stopping, he holds my hand and gives a short kiss at the back of my hand. He winks and runs.

I stand there frozen with a shocked look as he runs. I am pretty sure some of the Gladers saw that. I blink and feel myself blush even more as I run after Newt.

"Newt! Come back here!" I yell as I chase him through the Glade. He laughs and speeds up.

WICKED

Thomas saw everything. To be honest, he doesn't like it. But he can't do anything while he is still in here.

"You okay?" he hears Teresa ask as she put a hand in his shoulder. He looks up at Teresa.

"Yeah, I'm fine," he mutters and stands up. "Your shift, right?"

"Mhmm," Teresa replies and occupies Thoma's seat. She turns her head to Thomas. "You should get some sleep."

"I know."

"Chanelle can handle herself."

"I know."

Author's Note:

This is kind of a filler chapter. And I just want you all to know that this book has references to both the movie and the books because I got it all mixed up in my head. Thank you for reading!