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THREE 「recovery」 ＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚
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SYLVIA SIGHED AS she closed her eyes and leant her head against the headboard. She'd been doing precisely nothing for twenty four hours. She was told she couldn't leave her room or use her leg until the next day. She wasn't exactly the type to listen when she was told to do something, but she couldn't really get out of it this time.
It was early afternoon and she'd spent her day going back through old journals, sleeping, and reading a book that had been sent up with the supplies a couple months ago. The name of it was odd and Sylvia found it to be excruciatingly boring. She hadn't been visited by anyone else since Cole and she still hasn't spoken to Nick.
She felt bad about the way she reacted when Nick told her, felt like maybe she was being dramatic. But she had dedicated her entire life to finding a way out of the Maze. She ran the Maze almost everyday and then spent hours in the Map Room analyzing the drawings brought back. If she couldn't run, she didn't know what she'd do with herself.
To her, it was like an angel losing their wings. The devil without his horns. Tragic.
The one good thing that was happening soon was that in a week, they were supposed to get a new Greenie. And a new Greenie meant a bonfire. The bonfires were one of her favorite parts of the Glade. The one time she could truly let loose, have fun and not be completely ashamed of it — at least not until the next morning.
With Gally's moonshine and the pure bliss that bonfires seemed to possess, she went a little wild at them. She would shout and whoop in joy, play drinking games with the Gladers, and if she was a little too drunk, even fight in Gally's circle.
Sylvia suddenly remembered what she had discovered before being attacked by the Griever. She dug her hand into her back pocket, wrenching out the tattered necklace and holding it in front of her face. Her fingers played over the silver spiral charm, wiping over a splotch of blood. She remembered the things she found: the crawl space, the blood, the torn clothes, the message.
