ACT I SCENE XV
PHOENIX
BEN WAS not dead yet. But they had thrown him into the Slammer right after the Med-jacks patched him up and Cassandra wandered around the Glade looking for a distraction. Newt had brought Thomas to work the Blood House that morning. If it had been anyone else, she would have felt sorry for the boy. Working the Blood House on the first day was always tough for Newbies. If the smell didn't get them, Winston's gutting sure did, unless they were Slicer material. Thomas didn't seem to be the Slicer type though. Around lunchtime, he had left the Blood House looking a little green.
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Fanfiction⸻ ( Minho ) The gods play their games; mortals pay their price. ( the maze runner ) • 2020 ( editing )