When we got back Minho told me to draw whatever part of the Maze I had run, it was quite a bit so it's not like anything would be missed. I decided to shower. Nick was waiting for me outside of the map room.
"You guys are back early."
"There was a Griever. Minho didn't want to risk it." Minho had told me to keep the real details on the low. He didn't doubt that Nick would kill him if he knew.
"I thought you had your own section?"
"Yeah, we bumped into each other." I hoped that he didn't understand the Maze, that he didn't know it wasn't possible after entering a new section.
He just hummed and nodded. As we walked he laced his fingers with mine. He squeezed it multiple times throughout the walk, as if reminding himself that I was next to him.
Nick had difficulty letting me leave this morning and I knew that he had a nightmare. He wouldn't tell me what it was, but he wouldn't keep me too far. Minho had to force him to let me go into the Maze, reminding him that every second I was in the Maze was another second that we would be stuck in this hellhole.
The nightmare definitely included me with the way that he was so protective of me that he was scared to let go. But I didn't push him, he obviously didn't want to talk about it.
It was still early and I told Nick that I wanted to work with Clint. He held my hand tighter. "Why don't you walk rounds with me? We can even sneak away for a bit."
It did sound tempting, but I didn't really like walking rounds. Not like I didn't want to spend time with him, but I had nothing to do really. And I felt like I was a prize being showed off. Especially with the way the boys looked at us. With jealousy and some hatred. I think I'd rather pass on that.
"No, it's okay. I'll catch up with you later though, okay." He looked a little hurt but he still nodded and smiled. I gave him a kiss for his troubles.
Newt was in the med-room when I got there. Clint was checking on his ankle which looked a whole lot better. He didn't need the misshapen cast we made him anymore. "Hey Newtie." I sat next to him, leaning against him. "Hey Clint."
"You're back early." They said together.
"Yeah there was a Griever lurking." I figured I would play it off, not alarm them. If they had known the whole truth, they would blow a gasket. I was still a little shaky from my experience. "I bumped into Minho and he thought it would be better to not run into it."
Newt frowned. "How did you guys-?"
"How's his ankle looking?" I had to change the subject, but I knew he would try to bring it up later.
"Well I can move it, but it's still a bit tough." He looked up at Newt. "We have to continue with the exercises. Or whenever you have free time, you can do them yourself. But don't do it too much or you'll overwork it."
"Good that." Newt stood up and limped out of the room.
"He's come a long way in such a short time." I comment.
"Yeah physically. I wonder if he's healed mentally though. I can't imagine the feeling of wanting to kill yourself only for it to not work."
"I'm just glad he survived."
"Aren't we all?" I can think of a few who didn't really like Newt or thought he was weak after his incident. Boys were bored and they loved nothing more than spreading mean words.
"So we get a new greenie tomorrow right?" I got up from the bed, going to the medicine cabinet. I know Clint liked them to be in neat lines and Jeff was bad at keeping it organized.
