A MAZE RUNNER TRILOGY
"And one day someone walks into your life,
a total stranger, and they become so important
to you. And while you're only known them such a short time,
you feel you're loved them for a lifetime."
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THE INSIDE OF THE TENT SMELLED LIKE sweat and stale breath and, now, eggs. Madylin stared at the two shapes sprawled in front of her: Thomas flat on his back, arm draped over his eyes, mouth half-open; Newt curled away, breathing deep and slow, one hand crumpling the blanket at his chin like a toddler. Their limbs were pulled in, the two of them pressed together in a tangle.
Madylin stared at them, these two idiots she'd somehow ended up with.
She then crouched next to them, poking at Thomas's shoulder with one cold finger. He twitched, muttered something, then cracked his eyes open. "Mmmph. S'time?"
She shoved the bowl of food closer to his nose. "Breakfast."
That did it. Thomas blinked awake, eyes sticky with sleep, and fixed on the bowl an inch from his nose. "Smells like feet. Are those eggs?"
Madylin suppressed a laugh. "Only if you're awake enough to chew."
Thomas squinted at her, then at Newt, and finally at the food. "I can chew." He reached for the bowl, almost upending it into his lap, but managed to get a spoonful into his mouth. He made a face at the taste, but kept shoveling it in anyway.
On Madylin's other side, Newt's nose twitched. He stretched, letting out a groan that started in his chest and vibrated up into his skull. He opened his eyes just enough to peer at Madylin, then at Thomas, then back to Madylin. "If it's food, I'll eat it." His voice sounded like gravel in a blender, his accent unbelievably thick. It made Madylin's stomach fill with butterflies. His hair looked like it'd been styled with a hand grenade. "You know, most girls would make their boyfriends coffee."
Madylin raised an eyebrow at Newt's statement, but let it go, rolling her eyes. "Lucky for you, I'm not most girls." She handed him a bowl, careful not to dump it into his lap. "Eat before Frypan sees you and gets jealous."
Newt grinned, then yawned, almost unhinging his jaw. "Love, if that's your best line, I'd stick with the food service." But he took the bowl anyway, slurping a mouthful. "God, that's awful."
Thomas finished half his bowl, then slowed, glancing at Madylin. "Brenda? How is she?" he asked, quietly.
"She's good," Madylin said. "Sleeping like a log. Mary thinks she'll be up by lunch."
