teenage wasteland ;; the maze runner

1.1

florence was lacking when it came to her job on that fine morning. but, for some reason, she couldn't find a reason to care.

after days upon days of slaving over injuries -- mainly caused by the gladers' own dumbassery -- flo had not one sympathetic bone in her body when clark strolled into her med hut, interrupted her and clint's game of cards, and put his scratch on full display.

"i need a bandage," he declared, a sigh flooding his tone as he braced his head with his other hand.

flo blinked, eyes wide as she began to process the situation. in a swift movement, she slid her cards into one small stack and placed them face down on the table, turning to meet clark's eyes.

"a bandage? for that?" she raised her eyebrows, not missing the annoyance that contorted clark's facial expression. "do you also need a kiss on your boo-boo? or is a bandaid enough?"

clint cracked a smile beside her, remaining silent as he stood from his chair and opened their drawer full of their most simple first aid supplies. it was the drawer that was getting the most amounts of additions from the box on arrival days, and yet it never seemed full.

"flo --" clark attempted, cutting himself off quickly when she raised a singular eyebrow at his tone. "please, newt told me to just get it covered so it wouldn't get dirt in it. i dunno, alright."

florence laughed, nodding over to clint who held a bandaid between his fingers. "yeah, yeah, i gotcha slinthead."

"you know how it is," clint trailed. "those gardening shears are a dangerous game. be careful not to maim yourself on accident!"

florence burst into giggles, clint biting his lip to restrain from his own laughter as he cleaned the blood from clark's skin. their patient, on the other hand, looked like he wanted to kill both med-jacks.

"you both suck."

without missing a beat, florence shot back, "says you." she wiggled her eyebrows knowingly.

"florence!" clark yelled, and clint couldn't hold it in. as he doubled over, a snort echoed through the hut, which then had florence losing her shit.

it was an ever escalating situation.

but, for the gladers, those situations were quite common when in the same room as florence.

flo, the only girl, and yet she held her own -- if not a little more. flo, the impressively intelligent and knowledgeable keeper of the med-jacks. flo, the comedian. flo, the dramatic. flo, the big sister of the glade, whether she admitted it or not.

for a while, the boys contemplated -- well, the boys as in nick, newt, and minho -- her role in the glade. far beyond her obvious help when it came to the medical health of the boys, there seemed to be a natural maternal instinct she held onto.

but, it was quickly decided flo was anything but a mother to the boys. she teased, picked on, beat up ( tough love at its finest ), argued with, and annoyed her fellow gladers far too much to ever be considered a soft motherly figure.

florence was, if anything, their bitchy older sister who would put her life on the line if it meant to keep her brothers safe.

the gladers knew that she was strong. that was one of the first lessons taught when they arrived to the glade. the second was that, if they ever touched her or even considered the idea, the punishment would be inhumane. even if she managed to beat them up first, they would just back her up.

however, no matter how strong flo was, they also knew there was a lot of weight she held. she'd become good -- exceptionally so -- at hiding it and keeping it to herself. never mind the obvious emotional turmoil, such as her isolation as the only girl and most recently the death of her best friend, they all knew there was so much more. too bad there wasn't enough trust in the world that would get her to share it with anyone.