Lost & Found (TMR)

4

"Where are those shuckfaces when you actually need them!"

"What happened?"

"I have no idea, she just came running out of the maze and started coughing up blood! I think there's a wound in her stomach!"

"I wonder where the hell she came from, look at her covered in all that gooey stuff."

"Is she dead?"

...

"She was lucky she got here in time, her condition seems to be stable now. She's lost a lot of blood."

"When's she gonna wake up?"

"Depends, she's probably gonna have a real good night's sleep for some time."

"What do you reckon she might've done to look that shucked-up?"

....

My eyes slowly opened, taking some time to adjust to the bright light coming from ... somewhere. 

I immediately panicked a bit, thinking I was dead. That thought was wiped from my mind as soon as I tried moving my limbs and first, they hurt like an overweight rhinoceros trampled over them, and second, they were restrained to the bed I was lying on. 

That moment, memories came flooding back to me, how I fought the griever and how I then entered the glade, which was somehow colonized by boys.

Maybe I was just hallucinating? But then, why would I be restrained to a bed?

I frantically looked for anything in the room to free myself with, as a sharp pain struck my abdomen. That's when I also remembered the stab wound, I reckon it made me lose a lot of blood.

Before I could think of any way to free myself from the wrist restraints, I heard footsteps approaching my direction. I kind of panicked and had no idea what to do, so I just pretended to be unconscious, still.

"She's still not awake. Man, it's been two days already.", a boy's voice with a thick British accent exclaimed.

"Give her the time she needs. But I also can't wait to talk to her, what is she even doing here? "

"Believe me, I have no idea.", I responded in my thoughts.

The two males stayed in the room for some time, distracted by their little chats. Meanwhile, I dared opening my eyes and searching the room for anything helpful. 

I took in my surroundings, I was restrained to a narrow bed in the middle of a small, shabby-looking room. I couldn't help but realize how a thick smell of farm and iron lingered in the air. 

Only a few moments later, I noticed the sound of more footsteps coming towards our direction. This time however, it sounded like the person was running, or more like sprinting. The door flew open, almost making me wince. 

Another male voice started shouting inaudible things, almost incomprehensible, considering how out of breath it sounded. The only things I could make out of his mumbling was something about a dead griever.

-Wait.

"Minho, you have to calm down, I can't make out what you're saying!", British boy screamed, a little aggravated. 

The boy, apparently called Minho, was finally able to gather his story and exclaimed: "I just found a dead griever in the maze!"

The silence of the room told me exactly what the facial expressions of the two other boys look like.

"What?! Who killed it?"

"It was definitely none of us, at least according to the other runners!"

"We gotta tell Alby, shuckface!"

"You don't think she... It can't have been..." this was definitely British boy talking, and judging by the sound of his voice he seemed to be putting together one and one.

A loud gasp escaped someone's mouth and I felt their gaze shift to me.

"For shuck's sake, she killed the griever!"

And that's when I remembered smashing the bulb- I killed the griever.