Out Of Order (TMR Fanfic)

Chapter Twenty-five

Clint says that I need a few more days off because of the bad headaches my concussion was giving me. He said it hadn't healed all of the way yet.

I had just gotten the bandage taken off of my hand and it felt good as new.

Alby said that in the meantime, since I did so well in my medjack training, that I should help out Clint and Jeff until I'm able to run again.

I'm honestly fine with this. Clint and Jeff seem nice enough and I did like working with them. Caring for people was like second nature to me anyway.

"Morning," I say to Clint and Jeff who were preparing their supplies for the day.

"Morning, Eve. We're so glad to have some help. It's been kind of hectic around here lately," Jeff says walking over to me.

"Here, could you finish organizing the painkillers?" Jeff said, handing me a small bottle of pills. I nod and wall over to one of the large medicine cabinets.

Soon, gladers started coming in left and right. Jeff and Clint already were taking care of four people, so the next glader to enter would be mine to care for.

I was hoping it would be someone I knew, so that it would be less awkward. And the person who walked in the door was in fact some I knew. Just someone that I didn't quite like. Gally.

"Take a seat," I waved him over to a chair next to me. He sat, hesitantly. "What'd you do this time?" I ask, a bit annoyed. Gally was always getting hurt since he was always in so many fights and he was never careful.

"Got a deep gash in my hand. A nail went through part of it," he says, trying not to sound weak infront of me. I laughed.

"Not so easy to not get hurt building, now is it?" I retort, as I start cleaning out the dirt from the cut. He didn't reply.

"I'm sorry about the other day. If-if I was being rude or something," Gally says quietly to me. I look at him surprised.

Was Gally really apologizing? I didn't think he was capable of saying such words. I laughed again.

"It's fine. No hard feelings. I was being stubborn, anyway," I say, getting a needle out. "You're going to need a few stitches," I say as I start sewing the gap on his cut shut. He winced at the pain.

"Sorry for the late warning," I say, not really sorry about it.

"Better late than never," he chuckles, still in pain.

"Here," I say handing him some painkillers, "take this." He does as I say and then stands up.

"Thanks, Eve," Gally says nicely as he walked out of the room.

Yes, nicely. I'm surprised too. Why was he being so nice to me all of the sudden? It's strange. Very.

Later, it was time for lunch. I stepped in line to get my food. That's when I heard it. A voice.

Don't eat that.

I turn around to see who was the source of the voice but I didn't see anyone. It was coming from inside my head.

Who was this? How could I hear them? The voice sounded familiar, but it didn't match anyone from the glade. Now this, this is strange. I oddly decided to heed the voice's advice and not eat the chicken that was being served.

I went to go sit down next to Newt and Minho who had just gotten their food.

"Not eating, Eve?" Minho asks, concerned.

"It's really nothing to do with what you think. I'm really just not hungry. My stomach is still upset," I say to them. They gave me a sympathetic nod and continued eating.

About an hour after lunch, the glade was quiet, at least it was in the medjack's hut. What was going on? We'd had gladers in and out all day, and now, nothing.

Clint had went to the bathroom about half an hour ago and never came back. Weird. I asked Jeff to cover for me if Clint returned and I left the hut to go see what was going on.

Gladers flooded the bathrooms. I could hear them throwing up. Food poisoning? Was the voice in my head actually trying to help me?

A few hours pass and the rest of the gladers are all still quite groggy with food poisoning. The sun was beginning to set and I was in Newt's hut with him.

"Lucky Shank. I wish I would've skipped lunch," Newt says with jealousy. I couldn't help but smile.

"Sucks for you, I guess," I say, sarcastically, writing in a journal that I kept.

I had started writing in something similar to a diary for the past few days. Newt said that whenever he needed to think or needed to get his emotions out, he would just write it down. I thought this was a good idea, so, I started doing it to.

You need to get out of there. Take Newt with you. You are in danger.

The voice sounded demanding. I hadn't heard it since lunch and I was quite startled. I jumped in my seat.

Since the voice was right before, would that mean that it's telling me the truth now?

"We need to go. Now," I say quickly to Newt who seemed alarmed.

"What? Why?" he asked. I grabbed his arm and pulled him out of the hut.

"Just trust me. We need to get out of here."

Once we stepped out of Newt's hut, we were bombed with the smell of smoke. Was there a fire? I look over to see that the kitchen is on fire, as are several huts, including part of the outside of ours.

Newt looked at me, and then to the fire. He started to panic. He yelled for the gladers to go get water to put it out.

They struggled for about ten minutes before the gladers managed to put the fires out. They did it surprisingly quickly, might I add.

Newt and I's hut wasn't really all that damaged, it just burnt a small hole in the roof that could be covered easily. However, for some of the other huts, this was not the case.

Newt and I got settled into bed, still kind of shook from the events of this evening. For a long while, neither of us spoke.

"How'd you know that we needed to get out?" Newt asks, a confused look on his face.

"I don't know. Instincts?" I lied. I didn't want to tell Newt or anyone about the voice. They would for sure thing I was a basket case. I was starting to think that myself.

"Weird," he says, pulling the sheets over him. "Night."

"Night, Newt."