(A/N: Wow. I'm really bad, am I not? Terrible. Completely. WELL. Sorry to say, but I anticipate only one more chapter. There. I said it. It's out. I had the feeling that there's only going to be one more chapter after I get along with this one. So, might as well just dive in and enjoy.)

And so it did. Except, it mostly sucked the whole Griever and a couple of Cranks asses with the headache that came along not so long after everyone settled down, getting back to guard the doors and windows from Cranks and Gabi attacks. She tried getting in at least three times more after she took her little run around the Homestead. One time, from the upper floors window in what was left of the room Thomas almost died and where Gally showed his true colors. Well not really true anymore. More of a colorful smoke screen then anything. They pulled her inside, and she almost immediately thought they were taking her back in. No, honey, no. They picked her up from her ankles and wrists and dragged her back through the door, slamming it before she could even comprehend she was laying outside in a Griever and Crank infested Glade again.

You were currently sitting next to Thomas on the floor towards the corner of the room. You resting your head against the wall behind you in a attempt at solace from the pounding headache that felt like it was sourced deep inside your brain.

"Feeling any better?" Alby asked, his hand resting on your shoulder as he squatted in front of you, a genuine tone of concern filling his words.

You tried opening your mouth to answer, but it only sent another wave of nausea over you and a fresh shock of pain through your brain. You ended up looking to Thomas for help.

No, You sent him the message, knowing Alby couldn't get it. Nausea and headaches. Not how I wanted to spend my day,

Thomas recited your words to Alby, making him seem a bit confused until realization took over his features, then morphed into pity. He stood up and walked over to Newt, who was chatting with Minho, holding a window closed so Gabi couldn't open it from the other side. You didn't see any of this, but more heard it.

What, exactly, are you feeling? Thomas asked, using telepathy.

You wanna feel it? You asked him, sending him a small image of you raising an eyebrow.

He sent you one of him smiling. Sure. It can't be too bad, can it?

Alright. You were skeptical of how he would deal with it. Sure, he must have felt worse, but when something hurt, it hurt. So you sent him what you were feeling. He groaned beside you, you were pretty sure at least Minho and Newt heard it, if they were still where Thomas told you they were. Alby had walked away to talk to Gally about something.

"Everything alright there, Tommy?" Newt questioned. "We don't need another bloody sick,"

Sorry, You made it loud, sharp, and fast, causing Minho and Newt to jump, and Thomas and you both to groan.

That felt like something was stuck through my eyes, Minho complained back.

Bloody hell, was Newt's reply.

You shut off the connection between you and the guys, just so Thomas would stop groaning.

"Don't go all Crank on us now, ya shanks," Alby said, you imagined a wary expression on his face, knowing it was pretty accurate. You've known these guys for how long? Long enough to know what expressions they would make in different situations.

"No, no," Minho was quick to reject that. "We were using that telepathy thing. She decided it would be a good idea to give us all a good, pain-filled wake up call right behind our eyes," He explained.

"Damn," Thomas said, like he was recalling the pain.

"It couldn't have been that bad, since (Y/N) didn't move an inch," Gally said.

"Imagine a flashlight shining straight into your eyes then something pushing your eyes out of their sockets," Thomas didn't sound all that happy about explaining.

You started thinking again. It didn't make sense that one slap could hurt this much, most certainly leave you with nausea and a headache. Either Gabi hit you just right and managed to somehow hit your chip, or your mother decided to find some joy in torturing you. You dug into your mind, trying to find the chip. You managed to find it. If you tried to explain it, you wouldn't be able to. It was kind of like acknowledging something stuck on your arm, or it showing itself. But not really like that. Anyway, the pain seemed to be sourced somewhere around where the chip was.

Ah, the asshole, You sent it to the guys, reopening the connection. Giving me a headache to keep us from going.

No, Minho answered. Everything is going just peachy. Hope they got that.

If they get anything, it's that we want out of this shucking hell and (Y/N) to feel better, Thomas answered.

Bloody bastards think they could do whatever they want because they have big computers. Newt ranted. Bloody hot heads.

You sent a picture of yourself sticking your middle finger up at a WICKED building.

You could do that? Minho asked. How?

You kinda just think and send it. Like you do with talking.

It was a few seconds before an image of Minho giving a thumbs up arrived in your brain. You smiled.

Did it, Minho said like it was the easiest thing in the world. Drama queen in every sense of the phrase.

Good job! Now we can throw embarrassing pictures of Thomas around. You exclaimed jokingly.

Hey! Thomas said, sounding offended. Not the one from the Christmas party. (A/N: Sorry, I had to.)

Oh, You smirked mischievously, definitely that one.

What? Newt asked, sounding genuinely confused.

You literate. That one made everyone laugh.

"What are y'all laughing at?" Gally asked, sounding a little annoyed.

"Things," Minho answered.

Small taps of bare feet made there way right in front of you. "Hi, (Y/N),"

You smiled in acknowledgement to River, not being able to do much else. Shucking headache only seemed to get worse.

"Felling any better?"

You held up your thumb and index finger, meaning a little.

You heard the frown in River's voice. "Oh,"

You tried blinking your eyes open. The light didn't seem to make the headache any worse, so you kept them open and looked at River. You smiled.

"Pretty eyes," River commented, putting her hand on your cheek and leaning forwards.

"Thank you," You said in a small voice.

"Well, you can talk, that's progress," Thomas said.

"(Y/N) okay?" Alby asked.

"Just a headache now," You answered before Thomas could.

"Okay, then," Ably walked across the room to the door. "Just in time, too,"

The sound of rock scraping against rock filled the Glade, you winced but recovered. The sounds of Cranks and Grievers were distant - you almost thought you imagined them - as they packed themselves back into the Maze. Then, the doors were closed, and all dangers out of the Glade that you knew of.

Alby rested his hand on the door to swing open. "Guess we're going then,"