Jeff sat me down on a Med Bed. He went through drawers, got medicine, serums, and bandages. "I think you'll be fine." He announced, walking over to me. "Can I lift your shirt a bit?"

I nodded. He started inspecting my side carefully. "Alright. I'll clean it up, put some bandages over it, and give you a serum."

I nodded. Hid my wrists again.

"Okay." He disinfected the wound, which caused me to wince slightly, but it wasn't too bad. Jeff was surprisingly quick with the job. Soon a bandage was taped onto it.

"Abrasions on your knees and elbows." He muttered, mostly to himself. "I'll clean those too. No bandages needed, because that'll only take longer to heal."

I let him treat the scratches, clenching my jaw.

"What's up with you?" He bent to my left elbow. "Where are your talks?"

I shrugged. "I don't have anything to say."

He frowned. "But you always have sometimes to say."

"And now I don't." I told him, not showing any emotions.

"How'd you get all the wounds?"

"A Griever's spike in my side. Scratches from the stone on my knees and elbows. A few bruises on my back since that thing threw me against the wall." I explained fast.

He hummed, topping the last abrasion with a serum. "And your wrists?"

My stomach dropped. "What?"

"Let me see." He look at me in a such a imitating way I couldn't help but to hold up both my wrists.

He watched them for a while. "Someone squeezed them. Not broken. Bruised, maybe. But it's getting blue." A pause. "Who did that?"

"Who do you think?" I snapped, still sad and angry at the argument Gally and I had.

He was spreading a cream on my wrists too now. "Why did he do that?"

"He's not abusive."

"That's not what I asked."

"Please don't tell anyone."

"That's not what I asked."

I sighed. "Because he was angry."

Jeff didn't say anything else and handed me a clean shirt instead. "Take a shower or something."

"Where's Clint?"

"A gathering. About what they're gonna do with you and the Greenie."

"His name is Thomas." I corrected. "Why don't I get to be at that gathering?"

He shrugged again, smiling. "Welcome to my life."

I exhaled deeply and leaned against the wall, staring at Jeff cleaning everything up again.

"I shucked up, didn't I?" It was almost a whisper.

"That depends." Jeff looked up at me. "I like to see things at the positive side."

That left me smiling. It was what Ben always said.

"You survived. Proofed you could do it, because that was your plan, wasn't it?"

I nodded, but raised an eyebrow. "How do you know?"

"I'm not dumb. Anyone could've known if they... paid attention, or whatever." He sat down next to me, close, but not touching.

"But I won't be able to be a Runner. I can't run properly." I felt sad again. Looked down at the ground as my legs hung over the bed.

"You're the Third-in-command."

"And it sucks. I do absolutely nothing."

He scoffed. "Be happy."

"No." I shook my head. "I want to do something. But I don't know what."

"Well, you're allowed to come over here any time you want. And—."

He got interrupted by an alarm I knew all too well. The Box. Jeff jumped up, about to rush away, but then he looked back at me. Taking my arm, he helped me walk, which I appreciated him so, so much for.

I frowned, though. Thomas hadn't even been in the Glade for a week, so why would we have a new Greenie? The alarm didn't go off when the supplies were brought.

People were already surrounding the Box when we arrived.

"It's a girl." A certain Brit spoke.

I froze in my place. A girl? A shuckin' girl? After all this time I had been wishing for one! My face started to light up before I even saw her.

"I think she's dead." He added.

Oh.

Silence for a while. My mood changed fast. Now I felt angry again. They went around and called me all this stuff and then another girl comes up and everyone is silent?

Must really be because of me, not all girls.

"What's in her hand?" His voice. I stayed behind the crowd.

A few seconds of silence. "She's the last one ever... what the hell does that mean?"

My mind was spinning already, but then, a gasp, and a female voice. "Thomas..."

Damn. Well, she wasn't dead. And this was strange.

"Still think I'm overreacting?" Gally wondered.

Kind of.

~

I did manage to be one of the firsts to arrive in the Med Hut, attacking Newt with a hug the minute I saw him enter, too. A small laugh escaped his mouth, and he wrapped his arms around me. I never had the chance to greet, let alone talk to him after the night in the maze.

"I was bloody worried, you know?" He said quietly. "Three of my best friends and my... other friend."

I smiled, letting go of him. "Yeah. So, a girl?"

"Right behind you."

I spun around, and indeed, behind me on a bed, lay a girl. Her skin was pale, but not unhealthy pale. Almost black hair covered half of her face. A slim face, steady breaths, and beautiful, after all.

"What's the matter with her? Why won't she wake up?" Newt asked Jeff, who stood behind the bed awkwardly.

"Hey man, I got my job the same way you did." He shrugged.

Minho and Thomas stood by our side, Thomas rubbing his chin as he watched the girl.

Newt noticed it too, and he was suspicious.

Or jealous, maybe. I hoped.

"Do you recognize her?"

Thomas shook his head. "No."

"Really? Because she seemed to recognize you."

I sighed and sat down on a chair, not able to stand on my hurtful leg more. After all the pressure it got in the maze, the damage turned worse, but only for a while, said Jeff.

"What about the note?" Thomas looked up.

"We'll worry about the note later."

Thomas didn't agree. Not that he seemed to agree with anything any other moments. "I think you should worry about it now."

"We've got enough to deal with at the moment."

"Like what? Nothing worse than the note." I spoke up.

"They're right, Newt." Jeff agreed. "If the Box isn't coming back up, how long do you think we can last?"

He looked upset, but was hiding it. "No one said that. Let's not jump to any conclusions. We'll just wait until she wakes up and see what she knows. Somebody has gotta have some answers around here."

"Okay." Thomas muttered after a few seconds of silence. Then he started to walk away.

Offended, Newt watched him. "Where are you going?"

"Back into the maze."

The blonde rolled his eyes, made a movement to Minho—who followed Thomas out—and then continued to look at the girl, irritated.

"I'll check up on Alby." Jeff mumbled as he made his way to the leader, who was lying on a bed in another side of the Med Hut. I hadn't dared to look at him yet, too afraid to get any memories of Luke and Ben. More nightmares.

Newt sat down in front of me, running a hand through his hair. It was even messier than normal. "As I bloody said, it was a good thing Alby was always around to lead. Because I can't."

"Yes, you can." I assured. "I'll help. Just do it your own way."

He nodded slowly, thinking about my advice for a second. "What's up with you and Gally? Apparently, it's possible for him to be even moodier and man, that dude already looks depressed."

I let my teeth sink into my bottom lip for a second. "We got into a fight."

"Physically?"

"No— well, I don't know. I guess— maybe." I rubbed my eyelids. "It was weird. And I'd rather not talk about it." Because I don't want Gally to get problems.

"Did he hurt you?"

I shook my head. "No." Liar.

"Okay." Newt paused a long time. "Then it's okay. Just make it up with him."

"You hate Gally." I pointed out.

"I don't hate him."

I raised an eyebrow.

"I just strongly dislike him..." He shrugged. "Anyway. It annoys me that both of you are acting as depressive as I don't bloody know, an abyss?"

"I'm not acting depressive."

"Shuck yes you are." He rubbed his chin again. "So you stop that, and try to make it up. Yeah?"

"How?"

"I don't know. Whatever you think will work. Apologize out of no where, have a deep talk, make out with him, anything that works."

I stared at Newt for a good few seconds. "You're not as innocent as you seem."

He gave me a crooked smile. "And you only notice that now?"

A tiny smile was on my lips too. "Tomorrow I'll talk to Gally."

"Good."