(The picture is supposed to be River.) (Y/L/N Means your last name.)

          You didn't realize you were falling asleep until you couldn't pull yourself out of it. Great. That means dreams. And dreams for you were awesome (sarcasm).

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You were standing alone in a bedroom. It must have been yours. Papers scattered all over the floor. Your head was down, hair covering your face. You had a worried look on your face. Your bloodshot, dilated eyes would snap in all directions like you were expecting something to jump out at you. You shut your eyes and groaned, moving your hands up to rub your face. You bent down and picked up a glass bottle that was on its side, leaning against your bed leg. You held the bottle in front of you and studied it. You suddenly had a panic attack and really annoyed. You started breathing heavy and waving your hand in your face to get some air. You screamed at the top of your lungs and threw the bottle as hard as you can at the wall. It smashed into tiny little glass shards. You noticed a pile of broken glass surrounding your room fully. You could feel yourself slipping, slowly losing your mind. Sanity didn't even seem to be a word to you anymore. Heaven knows you've tried. It does. Yet it wont help in any way. The Maze did this to you, and no one seemed to care. They brought you back and did nothing else. Your mom was a klunk load of help, ignoring you and helping other people. When it came down to you, she would turn the other way. You heard a small whimper from the corner. Your head snapped up. You immediately stopped screaming. River was standing in the corner, crouched down and her hands covering her head. Her pigtails falling in front of her face. You slowly walked over to her. You crouched down and hesitantly put a hand on her back, trying not to scare her anymore then you already have.

"River? You okay?" You asked.

"You- you scared me." River said putting her arms down and relaxing a little bit. Her voice was one of the cutest things you have ever heard. It wasn't too squeaky, yet wasn't too low. It was the perfect mixture of a three year old girl voice and angels singing. You could swear this kid was a miracle.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to."

"I know, its okay."

"Did I hurt you? I totally forgot you were here."

"No. I'm okay. Are you okay?"

You smiled and ran your hand over her fly-aways. You knew you weren't but you couldn't let her know. She would understand, but you didn't want her to be worried about you. You knew she was just as smart as you. Your operation was just a couple days away and you were so glad. You didn't have to hide it anymore. "Yeah," You lied, "I'm okay."

"(Y/N)?" River asked standing up.

"Yes, River?" You asked standing and holding her hand.

"I - I'm scared."

"Why?"

"I heard them talking about you."

"What did they say?"

"I don't know. They shut the door after I heard your name."

"Oh. It will be alright."

"I don't want you to go, (Y/N)."

"Go where?"

"Crazy."

Something struck you inside. This little girl, who was only three, knew you were going insane. "Who told you that?" You bent down to her height.

"I can tell. Your face will get all red and angry," She said, putting her hands on your cheeks "Something in your eyes changed, you haven't eaten in days, you're really skinny, but you're happy around me, Tom, Teresa, and Ari," Ari was her nickname for Aris, "You used to be happy around Min, Alby, Gally, and Newt. What happened to them, (Y/N)?"

This completely shattered your heart. You couldn't lose it. You had to stay strong fro River. You couldn't tell her what happened to Alby, Gally, Minho, and Newt! It would crush her! They were her best friends! Especially Newt and Minho. "They're in another place. They wont be back for a while. But I promise you, I will get them to come back. Okay? Thomas and Teresa will  be going there soon, but not yet."

"Okay." River replied rubbing her eyes and yawning.

You looked over at your clock. It was eight o'clock. River's bedtime.

"Come on, girly. Time for bed." You said picking her up and resting her on your hip.

"I'm tired."

You laughed. "I know. Let's get you to bed."

You walked out of the room with River leaning her head on your shoulder and falling asleep. You got to what seemed to be her room and pushed the door open with your foot. The room was a light purple with a beige carpet and a white ceiling. A lamp on the desk next to her bed was on. You put her sleeping form down in her bed and struggled to get the puffy pink dress over her head without waking her. How did Minho do it? Whenever she fell asleep with her dresses on when she was just brought in he would have no trouble changing her. You finally got the dress off and her night gown on. You kissed the top of her head, pulled the blankets over her body and up to her chin, and shut the light off. You quietly snuck out of the room and closed the door. Two men in black stood in front of you.

"What are you doing? Who are you? Do you work here?" The one on the left with blonde hair said, he reminded you of Newt somehow.

"I was putting River down to sleep. (Y/N) (Y/L/N). No, I do not. I live here. Don't recognize me?"

"It's a order we are supposed to follow ma'am. We have to ask." The one on the right with black hair said.

"How may times do I have to tell you, Mark? Call me (Y/N)."

"At least one more time."

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You moved around a bit, trying to wake up. Your eyes slowly fluttered open. You took a look around. Nothing changed. Everything was in the exact same place from when you fell asleep. Well, everything except the guys. They were spread out everywhere, asleep. Alby was farthest from the door, he was sitting up straight in the middle of the stairs, his head rested in his hands. Probably dozed off while keeping first watch, You guessed. Thomas was at the foot of the stairs curled into a fettle position. Gally was by the window, slumped against the wall. His face all scrunched up from the way he was holding his face. Winston was in the middle of the room spread out like a starfish, whilst snoring like a bear. Chuck was in the corner with his body propped up by the wall. He didn't look too comfortable but your small group would have to get used to it. Minho was sleeping just a few feet away from you, his legs crossed at the ankles and hands behind his head. Newt was laying on the ground right next to you. He had an arm wrapped around your torso, which pressed against the wounds you got from those two Cranks. His other arm he used as a pillow. He looked so peaceful. Even in the dim light from the almost black sky his golden hair sparkled as it fell into his face. You brushed it away from his eyes. He barely even flinched. Heavy sleeper. You thought it was adorable. You slowly and carefully removed his arm from your stomach and sat up. Pain flared in your ankle, rib cage, and head. The room started spinning. You laid back down and closed your eyes. You heard rustling from behind you. You rolled onto your stomach to get a glimpse. Minho was sitting up, whilst groaning and rubbing his face.

"You okay?" You asked.

"Guess so." Minho answered looking around.

"Nightmare?"

"Yeah. Bad one, too."

"About?"

"I don't want to talk about it."

You knew you shouldn't press the subject. He would come and tell you when he was ready.

"What happened last night?" You asked rolling back into your back and trying to suppress the pain.

"I don't know. We all just fell asleep. Alby would have never fallen asleep while on watch." Minho said getting up and walking over to you. "You okay? You look like klunk."

"It's not like I've been trapped in the Maze for two to three weeks." You said sarcastically.

"Why are you bleeding?"

"Bleeding? I'm not. . ." You looked down at your hand. Blood covered it. The blood also stained your shirt. Something caught your eye. It was small and cream colored. It had been folded neatly and set on a small make shaft table. "What's that?"

"I don't know. But you bleeding is more important." Minho turned his attention back to your bleeding side.

"Minho."

"Yes."

"Get it."

"No you're more-"

"Minho."

"But-"

"Get it!"

"Okay!"

Minho walked over and grabbed the object. It was a note.

"What does it say?" You asked.

"' Sorry for the bleeding, we didn't have time to stop it before the gas wore off. We can't have the most important subjects dead from infection.'" Minho read.

That's when you noticed blood on Minho's shirt. Minho was bleeding, too. You checked around. Everyone seemed to be bleeding but breathing. Good.

Only question is:

WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?!