𝓢𝓽𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓯𝔂 》✮ TMR, Newt

004 - Natural talent

                                     CHAPTER 4
                               ╚══ ✩•°✰°•✩ ══╝
.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

"I think I'll go to the Med hut now. See ya later". I said getting up. I quickly rushed away.

The boys greeted me and I went straight to the Med-hut. I looked around and my eyes inspected medical supplies I felt familiar with.

Out of the blue, someone walked in.

"Hey greenie what are you doing here? Clint is looking for you". Jeff exhaled. "Come on sit down, he will be here any second so we can start". He said motioning at a chair. I listened and sat down. Soon enough that guy—Clint walked in.

"Hey," he said and all I could do was nod because if I spoke I would start questioning right away.

"So most of the time we wait for people to get hurt but not something big. Mostly Slicers with some cuts and builders with nails and bruises".

"Most of the time?" I frowned.

"Yeah sometimes we had bad injuries like people who got stung—".

"Hold on" I interrupted Clint raising my eyebrows. "Stung?" My face had now turned more serious and my voice did too.

Clint sighed. "Yes, stung by a Griever—".

"A what?" I frowned even more.

"You don't know what a griever is?" He asked raising his eyebrows. I shook my head in disagreement.

"Oh my god did those shuck faces tell you anything?" He sighed and closed his eyes. When he reopened them, he answered again. "A Griever is a monster thingy in the maze which stings you and if it does you go through the Changing".

I kind of let go of it not asking for more details. "Wow," it was the only thing that could come out of my mouth.

"Come on enough with the chit-chat". He clapped his hands together. "Until someone comes we can show you the basics". And with that, they started explaining. I listened to them carefully attached to the instructions.

"Okay. Imagine if someone comes in here and tells us they hammered a nail in their finger, what do we do?"

"First you go see if the nail is out of the finger, if not you make sure it is and remove every last piece of it. Then you clean the wound and see how bad it is, so you can put on a plaster or a bandage." I explained, surprised because I knew so much about it.

"Exactly that, good job. Now let's just practice it, alright? Just imagine that I have a wound on my wrist and you need to treat it. All the stuff is on the table." Clint motioned at the table next to us, it was full of bottles, bandages, and medicines.

Clint laid his arm down on the table so I could treat his wrist.

While I was wiping Clint's wrist with a cloth, Jeff spoke. "I believe you have a chance of being a Med-Jack". I didn't react or look up because my thoughts were on treating the wrist correctly. But I mentally thanked him.

"Yeah, you seem like a natural. Out of all people who have come in here to practice". Clint added.

"Done". I looked up at Clint hitting the inside of my cheek.

"It seems good". He said inspecting his wrist and he nodded glancing up at Jeff.

I started cleaning up. "You should start cleaning this place. Bacteria can infect injuries". I threw a dirty tissue in the trash bin.