𝖲𝗎𝖻𝗃𝖾𝖼𝗍 𝖠26

I had been in the MedTent with Jeff and he was trying to make small talk with me, but it was still very awkward, so even though he tried to hide the relief on his face when he was called away, it was almost as plain as day.

He left after telling me to just finish putting away the supplies.

After I had finished I pulled my self to sit on top of one of the tables.

I thought about how we got here, who put us here, what would happen when we got out.

I tried to think of something happy.

Something like what Chuck imagined, us getting back to our parents, being able to put this entire thing behind us.

But the more I thought, the more I realized how stupid that wishful thinking is.

I would of course never tell Chuck this, these thoughts and false hopes are the only things keeping him from being just as hopeless and depressed as the rest of the Gladers. And that couldn't happen because Chuck was a breath of fresh air in the Glade, a breath of fresh air they couldn't risk intoxicating.

Firstly, even if we got out of the Maze soon, we would definitely have to go through Grievers. No way the Creators would make it so easy, even if we found a way out of the Maze. And even by some miracle we all make it out of this, the trauma will be to much to let it all go.

Secondly, as much as I tried to imagine the road to happiness, I couldn't with the Creators behind the wheel. And I knew they would be, for a long while, and even if we found a way to take control, it would be a battle won with many losses, losses that wouldn't allow a lot of us to ever be truly happy.

I was broken out of my pessimistic musings when I heard a noise.

I thought for a stupid second it was Teresa, then realized it had come from the almost exact opposite side of the tent.

I looked around.

"Jeff?" I called.

"Clint?"

"Anyone?" I called again, getting nervous.

"Hello, Noa."

My name was said with such disgust, it made me stutter while turning around to see who had said it.

When I had finally been able to see who it was, I was surprised.

"Alex?" I said questioningly.

He said nothing he just swiftly jumped at me, having a knife pointed at me that I hadn't noticed before.

I was so surprised that he had been able to push me to the ground and put a knide to my neck before I had regained my senses.

My brain was racing in different ways to get me put of the situation, but he was already pushing the knife so far into my neck it was bleeding, if I moved even an inch, it would slot my throat fully.

"Now, if you scream, I will make sure to kill Little Chuckie, along with Newt, Minho, and Thomas." He said when I had layed completely still.

He had said Thomas' name with only a little less disgust than he had said mine, and it made me wonder what we had ever done to make us hate him so much.

But I thought about the supposed threat to my friends lives, and I made my decision.

And then,

I screamed as loud as I could.

𝖲𝗎𝖻𝗃𝖾𝖼𝗍 𝖠2

When I had heard Noa's scream, I only wasted a second looking at Minho and Newt before bolting out of there to where I thought the scream had come from.

Surprisingly, Gally was running as fast as I had ever seen him run, and he was only a couple of feet behind me.

I saw the rest following behind.

When I burst through the tent, I saw thr guy that Noa had beat the night before - Alex - holding Noa down with a knife to her throat.

I acted on instinct and tackled him to the ground, rolling him away from Noa.

When I had rollen away from him I got up to rush over to Noa, only seeing Gally being surprisingly gentle while tending to her, before I was tackled again by Alex.

I quickly kicked him off of me and stood up regaining my balance.

He tried to punch me but I grabbed him and threw a punch of my own, acting on autopilot.

He punched me in the stomach and I stumbled back before straightening up and punching him twice - once in the face and another in the stomach.

While he was bent over, I swung my legs under him, making him fall to the ground with a loud groan.

"Harmless as a baby kitten, my ass," Frypan says after a few moments of silent shock.

Alby came out of his quarter in the MedTent at that exact moment, looking like he had just woken up.

I was wondering how he had slept through that.

"Someone called you harmless as a baby kitten?" said Noa with a smile while Gally had an arm around her. I felt slightly protective for an unkown reason and was going to talk to her when we were alone. "Well, all K can say to that is... kitty got claws," she finished with a radiant smile.

I laughed back at her breathily.

I bent over and placed my hands on my knees, trying to catch my breath.

He had landed a good punch to my stomach.

Newt and Minho cleared out the room while Baggers came and took away Alex, to the Slammer I assume, while Gally and Noa went into a seperate quarter with Jeff, while Clint led me, Newt, and Minho over to a seperate quarter to 'recupurate'.

Another random Glader put Alby back to bed after what looked like many reassurances.

After Clint had left the room, Newt and Minho turned to me with serious expressions.

"So... what in the bloody hell made you think that was a good idea. I mean sure it was admirable that you wanted to help a friend, BUT IT IS LIKE YOU DON'T HAVE ANY BLOODY REGARD FOR YOUR OWN HEALTH!" Newt yelled with wild eyes.

Minho just looked like he agreed wih Newt while giving me a dissapointed look.

I turned slightly away and pressed on my stomach.

Then I realized Alex had gotten a better hit on me than I thought.

I realized blood coming out from what liked a deep gash on the side of my upper thigh.

"Shit," I muttered.

I got up and half-limped over to one of the cabinets that held medical supplies. I grabbed stitches and bandaged and started limping back to the bed while Newt had begun ranting.

"Really?! That's all you have to bloody say! 'Shit'?! I mean honest- wait, what are you doing? Why are you grabbing banfages and stitches?! Tommy!"

"Hey shank, where's all that blood from?" Minho questioned, seemingly casual, but I could tell he was worried.

"He got a stab in," I answered, mostly focusing on stitching up my leg.

"WHAT?!" They both exploded.

They started rushing over to me.

Newt hovered closely on my right, breathing against my ear making it hard to focus, while Minho was close on my left, one hand running up and down my lower back with the other hand tightly clasping my shoulder.

"It's not that bad...," I said.

It really wasn't, it was just a little painful.

"Look, it may not be medically bad - or whatever the shucking word is - but if it's painful to you, it's bad," Minho tells me softly.

I lean into him while my hand goes to grasp Newt's hand.

I had finished stitching and bandaging my leg, and now I just needed comfort.

I pulled Newt closer to where Minho was tightly holding me and leaned my head on his shoulder.

"I know," I muttered softly.

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𝖠𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋.

𝖨 𝖺𝗉𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗂𝗓𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗍𝗂𝖼 𝗎𝗉𝖽𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝖾𝗋𝗋𝗈𝗋𝗌. 𝖬𝗒 𝗄𝖾𝗒𝖻𝗈𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌𝗇'𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗈𝖼𝗈𝗋𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗍 𝗌𝗈, 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗁.

𝖨𝖿 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗆𝗒 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗒 "𝗟𝗢𝗬𝗔𝗟𝗧𝗬 | 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 | 𝐡𝐞𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐜" 𝖨 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖺 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗈𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗈𝗐 𝗈𝗋 𝖻𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖲𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖽𝖺𝗒.

𝖧𝗈𝗉𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖾𝗇𝗃𝗈𝗒𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾, 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋, 𝖨 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝖽𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄, 𝖾𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗎𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝖼𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗌𝖼𝗆 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖨 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗍𝗈𝗅𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝗈𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍.

𝖨𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖾 - 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖨 𝖺𝗆 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖿𝗎𝗅 - 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗍 𝖽𝗂𝖽 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝖺 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾, 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝖺 𝗅𝗈𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗇 𝗎𝗉 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗍, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗉 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗒 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝖽𝖾𝗅𝖾𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝖼𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍.

𝖲𝗈, 𝗇𝗈 𝗁𝖺𝗍𝖾, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗎𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝖼𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗌𝖼𝗆 𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽, 𝖺𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝖺𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝖺𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗎𝗉𝖽𝖺𝗍𝖾, 𝗈𝗋 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗌𝖺𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗒!

𝗗𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗯𝗲 𝗮 𝘀𝗶𝗹𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

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𝖴𝗉𝖽𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 . 𝖬𝖺𝗒 28, 2020