A loud knock came from my door and I let out a groan in frustration. I didn't want to see anyone and I definitely wasn't in a social mood.

"I'm not here." I replied and the person chuckled on the other side.

"So who is talking then?" Newt asked as he pushed his head in, next to the opening of the door. "Can I come in?"

"You are already in, so why even ask?" I groaned once again.

"What happened?" He sat down on the corner of the mattress. For a moment I was debating if I wanted to tell him, but then I made my decision .

"I met a Griever again." He frowned at me. "And it was the very same one from yesterday" I stated. His eyes widened.

"How is that possible? I thought you all went out together. I found it strange when they came back without you." He said. "Why were you even alone?" I sourly laughed at his question, but even I didn't know the answer. I laid down on the mattress and concentrated on the ceiling.

"I honestly don't know, Newt. Minho sent me back alone to the same place we got attacked at, yesterday." I sighed. "Like he was trying to tell me to get myself killed." I felt tears rolling down on my cheek. I put my hand under my head not caring about the tears. "I was terrified, but I didn't want to give him the satisfaction of admitting it, you know? And I thought I wasn't supposed to be alone. He said I wouldn't until we went through all the sections. And we didn't. When I saw the Griever I ran and I got lost. I didn't know where I was." I sat up and hid my face in my hands while he put his hand on my shoulder. "The only reason I got out was because I remembered the mock up Maze in the Map Room. If I didn't memorise that, I would still be inside with my newest best friend." I referred to the Griever chuckling bitterly while tears still were falling down on my cheek.

"I can talk some sense into him. You know he is my best friend." He stood up but I stopped him. "I'm not going to let him do this. He isn't his usual self. He has risked your life the second time. First he sent you out with Ben. Yes, that did happen before, but that time he was supposed to be your partner. Then now, he sends you out alone when you didn't even finish exploring the Maze just yet. He is being reckless." He tried to pull his wrist out of my hold, but I didn't let him.

"I'm fine and that's what matters." I sighed. "Please don't get involved in it." I pleaded.

"So what?" He frowned. "Am I just supposed to be sitting around until you get yourself killed?" He sat back next to me. "I can not just pretend as if nothing happened, when Minho is being a slinthead."

"To be fair, this way I might just learn more about the Maze. This way I will be done finding stuff instead of being told where they are." I smiled gently.

"Yes, up until you won't return once, because you can't find a way back." He argued. I shook my head and wanted to continue but a knock on the door stopped me.

"Who's that?" I asked suspiciously.

"Minho." I heard the reply and rolled my eyes in return. Newt looked at me, one eyebrow raised.

"Stay outside." Newt replied and I chuckled.

"Very funny." He said still standing in front of the door.

"What do you think, how long would it take for him to give up standing there?" I grinned at Newt.

"Do you want to try?" He snickered.

"You do realise I can hear everything, right?" Minho interrupted our little conversation. I sighed and soon spoke.

"Come in." He opened the door and stopped half way in the middle of the room.

"I wanted to talk to you." He looked straight at me not even acknowledging Newt.

"However I don't want to talk to you." I stated. "We were in the middle of a conversation and you interrupted it." I crossed my arms in front of my chest. Newt stood up as a gentle smile appeared on his face.

"You should talk to him." He said and turned around. "And you should stop being a slinthead." He said to Minho and left my room.

Minho stood in the middle of the room awkwardly. I didn't want to make it easier for him. I didn't speak. He came closer and sat down on my mattress. At first he was just playing with his hands and I started getting tired of the silence. But finally he got the courage and opened his mouth.

"What happened today?" He asked not even looking at me.

"Nothing." I said nonchalantly.

"What happened in the Maze? Why did you get back so late?" I scoffed and shook my head.

"Just forget it." I replied standing up and searching for some cloths for the next day. I expected him to understand without words being said, but it didn't seem to work. I expected him to try to feel compassion, but he didn't seem to be able to do that either.

"If it was not important, you wouldn't have had a go at me earlier." He opened his arms indicating he didn't understand a thing.

"Are you really this stupid?" I stood up now looking down at him. "Do you really not have common sense at all?" I sighed and shook my head.

"Is it because I sent you alone today? I thought you already knew the route. I did go to section 4 with you." He tried to defend himself, but I just laughed out loud painfully.

"What a slinthead you are." I rubbed my neck to calm myself down. "I was attacked the day before and you didn't even think about taking that into consideration. You didn't think about me might not being very much on the top after such a day. No, you sent me alone to the section where we were attacked, you sent me alone even though you told me you wouldn't do so until we have covered all the sections and then you are coming here as if you are being clueless. In two days I met a Griever twice, Minho. But you know what? At least this way I covered section 3, 5 and even 6 thanks to you." I hissed the last few words at him. "I didn't just get chased by a Griever today, but I also got lost. But let's be grateful, you will have less job because only section 1 and 2 left for you to show me." I just couldn't hold back my sarcastic remarks anymore. Even his presence annoyed me.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know." He sighed. "I thought you would be fine. I didn't even know you were attacked in section 4."

"You didn't have to, Minho. But you could have showed compassion and not get rid of me at the first opportunity."

"Why didn't you say anything?" He asked and I just gasped.

"What?" I shook my head. "Get out." I pointed at the door. "Next time when I'm close to a deadly situation, I will just go ahead and ask for you permission to die. You wouldn't even recognise a situation like that either." I hissed and kept my finger pointing at the door. "I said get out." He slowly stood up and as he passed me, he apologised again. I was just too tired for this bullshit.