The next morning, I wake up really early, to my head laying on Newt's hospital bed mattress as he sleeps. As I sit up, I go to rub my eyes, only to find that I can't lift one of my hand. I use my one free hand to clear the sleep, and look down to see what is restricting the movement of my hand.

Looking down, I feel the blood rush to my cheeks, to find another hand holding tight onto my own. Newt's hand.

I smile, as I slowly attempt to pull my hand away. Once I'm free, I stand up to go and get some fresh air. But just as I'm about to walk out, I quickly walk back over to Newt, and tuck him in like he is a sick child. He unsettles a little bit, trying to move his restrained arms.

Would they mind if I undid the straps? I ask myself.

I reach down to begin to untie the strap on his left hand, when Alby calls to me from the doorway, telling me not to.

"Why can't I untie him?" I stand and begin to walk towards him.

"Just a precaution Greenie"

"I believe Thomas is the Greenie now" I mutter.

Alby just nods his head and walks out the door "Follow me, shank." I do as he says, and we end up in the room where they have all the Gatherings. I ask him if that is why we're in here.

"Nah, I just want to have a small chat with ya." I nod, waiting for him to begin.

"I just want to know, what happened out there? In the Maze?"

"Not much to it" I begin, "We survived, what else matters?"

"What else matters?" His eyebrows rise in shock. "Look, shank, you too are the first to survive the night, the Griever only stung Newt, and Minho found the thing dead."

I stumble slightly at the words, shock hitting me like a blow to the chest.

"Wait, wait, wait. The Griever is dead?" I shout.

"Slim it, shank! We don't need the whole Glade hearing you" Alby hisses. I hold my hands up, expecting an explanation,

"When Minho went into the Maze yesterday, even though he said he wouldn't, he went looking for you an' Newt" Alby turns and sits on his usual seat. "He said that a few metres away from where he found you, there was a dead Griever."

I take a moment to think back. Dead Griever? I know I didn't kill it. It dropped me, and then nothing. Did it die?

"You okay, shank?" Alby asks, suddenly standing in front of me. I must have been standing there for a while, for him to actually walk over and check.

"What? Oh, um, yeah. I- I think so" I mumble, barely audible.

"When the doors open today, Minho and I are gonna go and check it out. Okay?" He asks me, putting a hand on my shoulder, trying to get my attention. I nod, still deep in thought. They said nothing could kill a Griever, didn't they?

Then a different thought surfaces from beneath all the Griever klunk.

"Wait, why isn't Ben going with Minho?"

"The slinthead injured his leg in the Maze yesterday. Can't run a few metres without whining" he says with a small laugh, maybe trying to lighten the mood or something. I smile, but only because it is the first time I have actually heard Alby laugh. He doesn't seem like the type.

"Well, good luck. Probably a good idea going out in the Maze anyway" I try to smile as sincerely as possible, but my doubts keep attempting to drag my lips as low as my mood.

"Good that" Alby nods.

We stand there for a moment, when the stony screeching of the Maze doors opening echoes throughout the Glade.

"Well, that's my cue. I better get goin' shank. Stay out of trouble."

I drop my head a little, a small grin growing on my face. "Can't make any promises Alby"

After he leaves, I stand and try to think of what to do next. I look down to see that I am still in my clothes from the first day I showed up in the Maze.

Remembering that the box I was given contained clothing, I walk out of the room and into the fresh, green, grass of the Glade. The light breeze plays with my hair as the subtle warmth runs over my exposed skin.

I speed up my pace until I am finally in my room. Well, Minho's room, but whatever.

I go to the box where I found the note and powder from the other night, and start to dig through the clothing.

In the end, I pull out a black singlet with a purple pattern on it, some denim shorts, a pair of black boots and a grey jacket. They didn't really send anything plain, but beggars can't be choosers.

Just as I've pulled my short off, the door opens and I quickly pick the fabric off the ground to cover my chest.

Minho walks into the room, not noticing my state. "Hey, just wanted to che-" he freezes mid-sentence when he finally sees me.

"Minho" I say calmly.

"Uh, um, yeah?" He fumbles.

"Knock next time!" I hiss.

"Right. Sorry. I just wanted to check on you before I left" I rose my eyebrows expectantly "and I'm turning around now."

Once he's no longer facing me, I slip the dirty shirt back on, and say he can turn back now.

Minho awkwardly rubs the back of his head, unable to even look me in the eye. "I, uh, I think that was all I came to talk to you about."

I laugh a bit as we say good bye to each other. As he is leaving though, an idea occurs to me.

"Wait, Minho. Do you know anywhere where I can clean up?" I ask, a little embarrassed about the question.

"Yeah, we have either a small lake, or a bucket and a cloth" he smiles. "Up to you"

"So, where's this lake you speak of?" I say in a strange voice.

He laughs before answering me "It's in the Tree Grove, west of the Deadheads."

"Great, I get to bathe next to dead people."

"Hey, not all the people who were in there were dead. You're not dead, are you?" His eyes go wide in mock shock.

"Oh, Minho, you're hilarious" I grin at him. "Hey, aren't you supposed to be going into the Maze?"

"Yes, I am. So, I'll see you later" he smiles. Before he leaves, I go up and embrace him.

"Please be careful, you're one of my only friends here" I mumble, my face on his chest because he's much taller than me.

After a few moments, he wraps his arms back around me, "Yeah. Yeah, I promise, Lori. But you know, everyone here is your friend"

I back away, dropping my arms "Minho, most of the Glade thinks I'm evil"

"Not true"

"Other than you, I haven't made many friends."

"Well, there's Chuck, Frypan on some level Alby is your friend, and the Thomas kid doesn't seem evil. And if it wasn't obvious, Newt is definitely your friend" he laughs.

My forehead scrunches in confusion, and Minho's eyes grow wide. "You can't seriously be that oblivious!" He laughs.

"I understand that we're friends, I do, but you're making out like it's more than that"

"Wow, you're a dumber shank than Chuck if you can't see it. In fact, Chuck would have seen it by now!"

"Seen what!" I hiss. He continues to stare, blinking only every now and then.

"Ya know what? I'm gonna leave you to your own devices. You'll figure it out eventually" he pats me on the back, before walking out the door.

Well, that was just weird, I think to myself as I pick up my fresh clothes and head towards the lake.

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After freshening up, I change into my clean clothes and untangle my hair with a brush I found in the box. I let my hair fall down, framing my face in waves. I begin to walk backs towards the Homestead to get back to my Med-Jack job, which has been kind of postponed lately.

As I'm walking past the Deadheads, I hear a twig snap, and I quickly turn around. A weird fog has inhabited the Deadheads, giving it an eerie sort of feel.

I begin to move faster, wanting to get to a public area as soon as possible. I hear another twig, and light footsteps.

"Who's there?" I shout.

A shadow begins to move closer, and just as I feel like I want to run, the figure shows themselves. Thomas.

I feel my breathing accelerate as he moves closer. He wears a sky blue shirt, brown pants, and some brown boots. He walks towards me, his dark hair wavering in the breeze.

As I slowly attempt to walk away, he notices and runs towards me. I turn and run, but not before he grabs my wrist. I try to tug away, but he holds tight.

"Wait, I just want to talk" Thomas says quickly.

I laugh, unhumoured, "Yeah, this looks like it's gonna be a fun talk."

"Will you hear me out if I let go?"

"Fine" I mutter, ripping my arm away from him.

"I just want to know, if you know me. Like, before all this. You feel familiar, and I don't know why."

"I should be asking you the same thing" I whisper, looking around to make sure no one was watching. "You were the one talking to me while I was here. You were talking in my shuck head you bloody shank!"

"What are you talking about?" He frowns, dropping his arms to his side.

"I don't know! You're the one who was talking to me!"

"I'm sorry Lori, I didn't mean to cause any trouble. I promise."

"I get it. You're confused, everyone is. But that dones't give you the right to talk to me like that. I have to go."

"I'm sorry. Truly" I look into his eyes, seeing the sincerity laying beneath them

"I forgive you. I do. But I have to go." He nods, and continues to stand there staring.

"Thomas?"

"I just- I'm trying to remember." I walk over and lay a hand on his arm.

"You will, I promise" I give him a quick hug, before returning back to my plans of going to the Homestead.

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As I walk in, Jeff turns to see me, and smiles. "Haven't seen you here in a while" he laughs.

"Yeah, sorry about that."

"Slim it, it's fine. Why don't you check on some of the other Gladers?" He asks, turning back towards his current patient. I tell him I will, and head out the door into the next room.

The room is dark and quiet, with only one bed being occupied. Then I remember, this is Newt's room. As I'm getting closer, I notice the straps are still holding him down. He looks so peaceful.

I take a quick look around, before running over and undoing the straps. After undoing one, Newt's hand immediately whips up and grabs my wrist. Woah, déjà vu.

"Hey, hey it's okay, it's just me" I say calmly, using my free hand to stroke his cheek.

Newt instantly drops my wrist "I'm so sorry. Are you okay?"

I sit down on the side of his bed, continuing to stroke his cheek. I give a small smile "I'm fine. What about you? You're the one in the hospital bed."

"Like I said before, you're safe, so I'm good." A genuine smile tears its way across my lips.

"You're tired, and probably still drugged slightly" I giggle.

"Sorry about that as well"

"For being stung?"

He laughs "No, for the way I acted before, during, and after being drugged." I nod my head, giggling at him.

After a while, his smile drops, and a sadness takes over. "You okay?" I ask.

"Are Minho and Alby still in the buggin' Maze?"

"Yeah, but I'm sure they'll be fine."

The light is flowing through the trees, hitting his features at an amazing angle. His hair is a dirty blonde, and his eyes a chestnut brown. How is he in such a bad place, yet still manages to be so attractive? No, stop it! I quickly shake the thoughts from mind.

"You sure you're okay? You look a little dazed?" I whisper.

"Totally fine" he smiles.

He looks like he wants to say more, but doesn't. A redness appears across his cheeks, as he averts his eyes.

"Do you- um, do you want to go and see if they're back yet?" He asks, clearing his throat.

I nod, and continue to undo the straps, a smile still on my lips.

Just wanna say, this was a filler chap, so I'm sorry if it was bad, but I needed to add some stuff!