Treasured | Minho [TMR]

Eleven

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It's another morning in the Glade. Another morning of waking up early, getting breakfast, going to work. Sometimes not having enough work, so I do jobs for Newt. Then someone will get hurt and I'm needed. Dinner and the maze closing ends the day. And it all repeats the following morning, like clockwork.

Every now and again there'll be something that makes the day a little more unique to the rest. That one day the two runners never came back out of the maze has still been the biggest shift in our routines to date. Generally if a day ever deviates from it's natural course it's because a small fight broke out between some Gladers. It's often handled quickly, and everything goes back to the way it was.

It's exhausting doing the same old thing again and again. I'd say one of the highlights is at the end of the day, when Minho is back from running the maze. And Ben, of course. The three of us usually spend the evening chatting. But then Ben will leave early, leaving Minho and I alone to chat. Sometimes we don't even chat. There's times when we simply lie side by side on the grass in a comfortable silence.

This morning was like every other. I felt like I was on autopilot when I woke up, grabbed some breakfast and started with my work. Which of course, I had very little of. So like most days, I approached Newt in the gardens. For second in command, he spends an awfully large amount of time solely in the gardens. I suppose the only difference as of late in regards to extra work is that sometimes, though it's very rare, Gally will pull me aside to help him out with something. I doubt he ever really needs me specifically for the jobs he gives me. I think it's just a way that we can hang out and be productive.

Today though, Gally has nothing for me. Newt as per usual, has more than enough to keep me busy. At the moment, I'm planting some seeds in a patch of soil. It's myself and other two Gladers, Brandon and Stan that have been left to this job. I don't know how long I've been doing this for by now, but at some point when I'm in the middle of tying my shirt around my waist since the heat is overbearing, I see someone calling me over. I wait for a moment for him to come into focus and I realised it's Clint.

"Greenie, I need you back into the Med Bay." Clint says, already walking away from me to go elsewhere. It's been a good three weeks since I've remembered my name, but some Gladers still can't seem to shake off calling me Greenie. "Jeff said he'd be back in a bit, but I need you to stand by in the meantime."

"On my way." I reply with a sigh. With my confirmation, Clint leaves. I say a quick goodbye to Brandon and Stan and leave for the Med Bay.

As expected, it's empty. Neither Jeff or our Keeper is in sight. Before anything else, I wash my hands. I took my time scrubbing my hands, making sure they were properly cleaned from the hours long I spent planting seeds in the mucky soil. I hear a noise from behind me. I decide it's either a cough or just someone clearing their throat aggressively. I make the assumption that it's someone who's in need of a little medical aid and so I turn to greet them. My face drops.

"Oh, don't look so happy to see me." Henry rolls his eyes. I stand almost frozen in place as he walks in further, and away from the door. "You gonna help me, or stand there gawking?"

I shake my head lightly upon hearing his words. Yeah, of course I'll help. I'm a Med Jack, that's my role. I take a small breath in, hoping he doesn't sense my unease. I walk up to Henry who has now taken a seat and made himself feel more comfortable than I currently am in my own place of work.

"W-what seems to be the issue?" I ask him in a voice lower than I had intended. I have to resist kicking myself for stuttering.

"My arm. Cut. Bleeding." Henry says bluntly, lifting up his left arm. Indeed, his arm was cut and bleeding.