𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒 ✸ maze runner, thomas.

𝟎𝟏- 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐥𝐞

CHAPTER ONE

Organizing the med tools in the Med-jack hut was one of Eleanor's least favorite things to do besides watching the boys eat, which was gross.

Every time she used the tools, she placed them wherever she wanted at the moment and then in the end she had to put everything back in place.

It could have been easier if she had put everything back in place at the moment, but she still never did.

Clint always complained about not finding some stuff, and honestly, she often forgets where she put the things too and had to search the whole hut.

As she was searching the whole hut she mutters under her breath "Where the hell are those sewing needles?" 

She had used them earlier on one of the Builders and now they are gone.

Someone entered the hut, and Eleanor didn't notice until she heard a throat being cleared. Startled, she turned quickly, coming face-to-face with a boy she didn't recognize.

He had dark brown hair, beautiful eyes, a perfect nose, blue shirt just wow. Just kidding, not wow. Boys are not wow, they are gross.

She backed up a bit, her eyes darting to Chuck, who was the one that cleared his throat scaring her.

"What's wrong Chuck?" she asked Chuck, he had brown curly hair, slightly chubby, he's funny and he's a really nice boy, the youngest one in the Glade too.

"This is the Greenie" Chuck explained.

"Gally pushed him, and Alby told me to take him here just in case. Since he fell pretty hard."

"Not that hard, I'm fine Chuck." The boy looked at Chuck reassuring him he was fine

"You know I have bigger issues to solve other than a simple bruise, right?" She raises her eyebrows at Chuck, clearly unimpressed.

"What if his legs are broken? Or if he has some internal injury?"

"I'm sure he's fine." she replied, turning to look at the Grennie.

"Greenie, are you feeling any broken bones? Or feel like you are dying?" he shook his head in a silent refusal.

"Great problem solved, bye!" She pushed them softly out of the hut so she could continue searching for the sewing needles.

"Ugh, where the hell are they?" she groaned in frustration, as she continued searching. Why was she was always losing everything.

A few minutes later Mikael entered the hut, confused by seeing her annoyed expression as she opens everything and threw some stuff to the floor looking for the sewing needles.

"Eleanor, what are you looking for?" he asks, raising his eyebrows at the scene.

"For the sewing needles, I was using them earlier and now they are gone!"

"Why are you even using sewing needles here? I didn't know you sew are you becoming a grandma or something?"

"I use them to stitch wounds, dumbass." She rolled her eyes.

"Sometimes I forget you are actually not an expert on this, and we just have random people as Med-Jacks" he teased, and she playfully hits him on the head.

"I know what I'm doing... most of the time."

"Well, you can look for them later, right now the bonfire is about to start so let's go" he suggested

"Fine, but I'm blaming you if someone stabs themselves with a needle." he chuckles at her comment. 

"It won't happen"