Complicated

Chapter 56: Sneaking Out

I sat at the table with a hot cup of coffee in my hands. My entire body hurt, everything was stiff. The road rash from sliding on the stone was tight and uncomfortable under my leggings. I had slept all afternoon and all night. I didn't know if Gally stayed or slept as long, I was dead to the world. Minho gimped over and with a lot of moaning and groaning he sat down across from me. 

"Where's Mr Muscles?" he raised his eyebrows.

"Already at work, Min...its already 930 in the morning. We would have been two and a half hours in the maze." 

"Oh..."

I just rolled my eyes. Taking a sip of coffee I glanced around and then leaned closed to Minho. He leaned in.

"We still going out? Pretty sure Gal is gonna loose his klunk, but I'm not missing a dissection of this thing I killed." I whispered, "He was a bit edgy this morning." 

"Who's edgy?" Newt came and sat down beside me. 

"Gally." I sat up straight.

Newt just hummed, and frowned slightly, while he sipped his coffee.

"Yesterday was bloody hard..I could tell, I saw it in his eyes but.." he nodded seriously. He turned to look at me, "your good for him Snips." 

I raised my eyebrows.

"I know in the beginning you guys butted heads and you guys were uh...explosive, but your figuring each other out and how to handle your own buggen' Changing after effects." 

I smiled affectionately at Newt, he always had the right words to encourage you when you needed it the most. But then my smile slipped...the guilt must have flashed in my eyes because Newt frowned and narrowed his eyes. He sighed and I saw him deflate. 

"What are you and Minho planning?" He ran a hand down his face. 

"Newt! We have a dead one! An actual dead one this time! I'm gonna go check it out, I want answers and I want out of here!" I said sharply, "Everyone else is too much of a shucken coward. So it's up to Minho, Tommy and I!" 

Newt sighed again, running his hand through his hair. 

"I know you're the big bad leader right now, but this is gonna happen!" I said pointing a threatening finger at him. 

"I know Snips...I know. But let me guess, Gally doesn't?" 

I opened and then closed my mouth and shook my head. "No." I said shortly. 

Newt sighed. His constant sighing was irritating, and I snapped.

"Look! You said just now, talking about the Maze and stuff yesterday was hard for him, you just said you could see it! I walked in on a full on panic attack yesterday after the gathering-"

"Wait..? He still gets them?" Minho cut in, frowning. 

"Yes Minho. Full blow panic and anxiety attacks. Still wakes up to nightmares, sometimes yelling, swinging and crying." I answered honestly, looking his dead in the eye.

"But that was like a year ago!" 

"And your point?" I snapped. I was angry how tackless he was being. I loved the guy to death, he was my absolute best friend, but sometimes he could be a little harsh and not fully understanding. And for a Runner, sometimes he was not very aware of his souroundings.

"Our minds were shucken messed with! And it was traumatic, you don't just get over PTSD like that, you complete shuck face! You have no clue! None! Don't judge him because you don't understand! Anger is just his coping mechanism!"