You came to a stop in between Minho and Alby. The Box hasn't opened yet.

"How long does this usually take?" You asked no one in particular.

"30 minutes." Alby said.

You saw Newt out of the corner of your eye staring at you. You didn't look at him and pretend not to notice.

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After about 20 minutes or so, you sat down and put your head in your hands. Thomas did the same.

"How long have we been waiting?" You asked.

"30 minutes."

You groaned, "I'm gonna go check on Chuck. Come get me when this thing finally gets here."

You got up and started walking towards the Med-Jack Hut. You felt a pair of eyes on your back. You don't have to turn around to see its Newt, you just somehow know.

You walk in the door and make your way to the room Chuck's in. He was asleep. But as soon as you walked into the room his eyes fluttered opened.

"Hey. How are you feeling?" You ask him, sitting on the side of his bed.

"Horrible."

"In which way?"

"Emotionally and physically."

"Make's sense. Do you remember what happened to you before you found me and Newt?" You had to force his name out.

"I remember waking up. There was a Griever a couple of feet away." Chuck said. "It was just staring at me. I stood up, carefully. Then backed up to a wall. As soon as I moved behind it, the Griever ran after me. I remembered which way we went to get out of here the first time. So I followed it back, well until I tripped and it got me by the leg. But it felt more like a bite. It still hurt like hell, though. It shut down like it malfunctioned for a second, I was able to get my leg free and find you guys."

You just nodded.

"Oh, and (Y/N). Is that right?"

"Yeah, Chuck."

"I had this vision when I was bitten and when I was just sleeping."

"What was it?"

"It was you."

"What?" You felt mixed emotions about what you just heard.

"You were crying. You had a knife in your hand, I thought you were going to kill yourself. But you dropped it. You looked panicked. You kept covering your ears and eyes, screaming for something to get out of your head. But when it didn't, you ran. Into the Maze. I watched you make your way to section 7, once you got there a wall opened. I don't know how the wall opened. But you jumped. There was nothing there, just darkness. Everyone panicked. They didn't know what to do. They sent someone out there to get you."

You felt like you were hit in the gut with a meal baseball bat. How did he know that? Was that even real?

"(Y/N). I think that was one of. . . . . Thomas's memories. Not mine. I was in a WICKED laboratory at a computer."

"Ch-Chuck? How did you know that? Is that even true?" You asked.

"I don't know."

"Hey! The Box finally decided to show up." Minho said running in. "You okay, (Y/N)? You look like you've just seen a ghost."

Because I did. You thought.

"I'm fine." You smiled as best you could. "See you, Chuck."

"Bye, (Y/N)." Chuck said.

As you walked out of the building you kept your gaze on the ground and thought about what you just heard. What just happened? Was that a real memory? Did Chuck remember that from his own or Thomas's memories? Did Chuck mean what he said? Do you remember it? It feels like you do, but you still wonder.

"(Y/N)?" Minho said. He was waving a hand in your face.

"Hm?" Was all you said. You didn't even say it, you grunted it. You didn't bother lifting your head either.

"Are you okay? You don't look so good."

You didn't feel good either. "I'm fine. Just a little tired."

"You don't look 'just tired'. You look sick."

"I'm FINE." You emphasized the last word.

"No, you're not." A new voice said.

You looked up, Thomas had decided to join the group.

"What do you think is wrong with me, then?"

" I don't know. That's whats scary. Your a girl, we don't know and we might not want to know."

"But you look pail, your eyes looked glossed over, your shaking, your clenching your fists, and your telling us you're fine. We know enough about girls to know when their lying. And. . . you're lying." Minho said. "Good thing it was Jeff that just came up."

"Well then, apparently you don't know anything about girls because I'm fine, really. And who is Jeff?" You ask trying to relax and stop shaking.

"That shank." Minho pointed behind you.

You saw a shorter guy with darker skin talking to Alby about something. But it was more of Alby yelling at Jeff for no apparent reason and Jeff just listening. You could swear that Alby had the shortest temper ever.

"Hey, Jeff!" Minho yelled.

Jeff turned around and so did Alby. Alby stomped off muttering something. Maybe a long strand of curse words. Jeff walked over.

"Hey. What do ya need?" Jeff asked as he came close enough for you to hear him without screaming or yelling.

"No what I need, what she needs." Minho said.

"And what might that be?"

"Nothing!" You butt in.

"She's acting all weird. Don't know what's wrong with her."

You felt faint but tried not to show it. That wasn't working. You looked at the ground, you felt like you were falling backwards. Your head was spinning. You stumbled backwards into Thomas.

"(Y/N), you are not fine." Thomas said as he tried to stand you up right.

"Okay." Your voice sounded weird. Like a drunk women who was falling asleep.

"You don't look okay." Jeff said as he looked over to you.

"So I've been told." You said, again, sounding like a tired drunk women.

Thomas had his hands on your shoulders holding you up. Or at least trying to. Your knees buckled and you fell into a heap on the ground on your side.

"(Y/N)!" You heard someone say. You couldn't make out the voice.

Then the pain came. Shooting through your ears and into your brain, behind your eyes, like someone took two very thin knives and stuffed them through your eardrums. You couldn't see or hear. You held your hands to your ears and screamed. The pain was so bad. You couldn't think or speak. You could scream. That was just a vibration in your head. You felt hands grabbing your arms and trying to pull them away from your ears. You fought them. You could see a dark gray but feel someone waving a hand in front of your face. You didn't blink trying to show them that you couldn't see. They sat you up right and tried again to pull your hands away from your ears. You screamed and kicked. You finally took your hands away and started swatting at any hands that came anywhere near you. You don't know how to explain it. It's like, you can feel the vibrations in the air and tell exactly where they are. Every time you swatted at something you hit what ever it is. It mostly felt like hands. Once in a while something different, like they were trying not to get injured or hurt in any way. Someone went to grab your feet  but you kicked whoever it was. The finally, the pain became too much for your body to handle. You fell backwards, stopped kicking, screaming, and swatting, and started crying. Someone started shaking you. Pairs of hands holding your legs and arms down. It felt like everyone in the Glade was holding you down. You closed your eyes and let your breathing slow. You slowly but surely let your conscious slip way.