Runner of Group D (Maze Runner fanfic)

Chapter 7

The boy's brown eyes grew even wider as he stared at Sandra, choking him to death. His grip on her wrists loosened slightly. Sandra couldn't look away, unbelieving. This kid was half dead that morning.

"Sandra, stop," Florence said in practically a whisper. She was just as shocked.

Sandra let go of his throat, her hands slipping through his. The guy gasped for air, coughing as he held his throat. He sat up in an awkward process of rolling and pushing himself up. When he was done, he just stared at Sandra like she was a ghost. Which was probably very accurate.

"You... you're... you're a girl," he wheezed, his wide eyes adjusting to the lighting.

That's when Sandra got a feeling she never really had before. Self-consciousness. The fact this guy was just staring at her along with the issue of clothing made her face burn lava red. She draped an arm over her shoulder and held her side, but that didn't help the feeling. She looked away, but she could still feel his stare. That's when she saw the stairs.

"No, wait!" the boy yelled as she raced up the steps. "I'm sorry!" Sandra ran into her room and slammed the door. She still felt like melting into the floor, her cheeks burning even hotter. She slid down to the ground, back against the door.

She could hear him arguing pathetically with Florence. Wasn't much of an argument though, since the Medic was still getting over the shock. He was trying to convince her to let him see the girl he had fought. The same girl now listening to his plea and praying she would never see him again.

"I can't believe you!" Florence shrieked. Sandra hadn't really gotten much more sleep, the boy's wide eyes staring at her in the darkness. Now it was a little in between breakfast and lunch, meals being Sandra's only clock in this prison. Florence and Carol were with her, Florence taking out splinters in her shoulders from the fall.

"I can't believe the boy is actually awake," Carol muttered, looking out the window with a dazed look in her eyes. When Carol had gotten the news, apparently, she had flipped out and demanded the jokes to stop. Sandra couldn't be too sure.

"I can't believe you were trying to kill him!" Florence continued ranting. Sandra flinched as she pulled out another piece of wood.

"I can't believe you haven't sanded those stairs," Sandra muttered. She could practically hear Florence's scowl.

"This isn't funny. Your skin is barely there, nothing more than a sheet. You could have hurt yourself, or perhaps even KILLED yourself. I told you to stay in the bed." Sandra flinched again as she pulled out another splinter. "Almost done," she growled.

Sandra replied, "You can't keep me from protecting myself. I thought he was a trespasser and decided to take him out. What if he intended to kill you? I would be saving your life." Florence muttered something under her breath as she pulled more splinters out.

The door opened, but Sandra, her back to the door, couldn't see who it was. She watched and listened to everything. Florence stopped for a moment. Carol's eyes widened. The shuffling of feet.

"Um." Sandra straightened.

"I don't want to see you, Fledge," she responded immediately. She could tell he was still there, his breath heavy. "I said go." A glance at Carol told her the red head knew Sandra would easily get up and kill him without a second thought.

"Perhaps you should go," she said, launching to her feet. Now the boy was talking.

"But, wait. I wanted to apologize. About last night. I just-"