After the Death Cure 2 ( The Maze Runner )

Chapter 7 | Kenzie

I briskly walk to the elevator, and head to the computer room. I dry my tears before I swing open the door to see Joshua standing with that same clipboard, "I see you're up. How are you?" he says, but he's not smiling. I don't care right now, though.

"Where is Ava?"

He blinks twice, then takes a deep breath, "The same laboratory room you were in a week ago." He turns back to his computer.

"Thanks." I leave the room, and head up the elevator to see Ava. "Give it to him." I say as I walk towards her.

She is holding a tube with some orange liquid inside of it. "How did it go?" She asks as she flicks the tube a few times, then looks up at me.

"Do I need to repeat myself?" I say as I cross my arms. I don't have the nerve for you're klunk, Ava.

She puts down the tube, and stares at me with an irritated expression. "I understand that he is in need of a cure. And I also understand that you would like to give it to him. I will inform you-"

"Is it finished?"

"Almost." She picks back up the tube, and stares down at a sheet of paper on the table that sits between us.

"It's been a whole week. How long does it take for you to mix stuff together? I didn't risk my life for-"

"It is a process to be handled carefully, dear." Dear? It's as if she sees me younger and younger with everything I say to her.

"How long?"

"Give me twenty four hours." Twenty four shucking hours...

"Ok..." I turn to leave the room. I hope Newt is alright. I just left him there. I hurry back downstairs to see him again, but the elevator stops for someone else to get on. It's Minho.

"What the shuck, Kenzie..." He wraps his arms around me, and hugs me tight. "I thought I was gonna need therapy."

I laugh, and he lets go. "Yeah, I saw how rough life would have been without me, so I decided to come back."

"Ha...ha. Probably would have been for Newt. Did you hear what happened to the poor slinthead?" The door closes behind us.

"Yeah, he's crazy. Goin' to see him right now, actually."

"You're not gonna eat?"

"What time is it?"

"Like twelve, I don't know."

"I think I'll sit this one out."

"I'll sit too."

I take a deep breath, and smile. I didn't realize that I actually have friends. One's who care about me enough to skip lunch to see my dying boyfriend. Oh gosh...