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Thomas ended up having to give Brenda blood. The infection wasn't gone, but his blood was just delaying the inevitable. Every person that went into the maze, they had some trace of the cure inside of them. That is what WICKED wanted with them all, they were nothing more than test subjects. All different living vials that held the cure somewhere within them.

The rest of the Gladers stuck together, now with Jorge in the med tent with Brenda. The sun was beginning to set, and Rose avoided as many people as she possibly could. This was the Right Arm, and they weren't with WICKED. But she definitely did not trust them.

She spent the day roaming the camp, getting a bird's eye view of their lay out, how they ran things, everything. They weren't as plentiful as they had to have been in the past, but each soldier seemed to have their own story. Just like her.

The sun was beginning to dip down over the other side of the hills, and the people of the Right Arm were beginning to build a spot for a fire. Rose wasn't sure if she wanted to go down there. So instead, she had leaned against a boulder, watching over everyone. Just like her across the way, she was able to see the rest of the Gladers. Thomas, Minho, and Newt. Aires was down in the camp site talking to his past friends.

Looking towards her boys Rose let out a breath as her and Newt locked eyes. It was hard to tell, but just by the way he stared in her direction it was easy to tell that his attention was on her.

Suddenly though, something else caught her attention. That Patricia woman, she was walking through the camp. Rose needed to talk to her, needed to ask her some questions.

So pushing off the rock Rose moved towards the woman, every step her heart grew colder and colder. "Patricia." The name rolled off her tongue with venom. Instantly the woman shot her a look. "We need to talk."

Patricia stopped watching as Rose continued walking past her, then with a huff of air she turned and followed.

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Rose had gone and gotten Minho and Newt as well to listen. Thomas had gone off to find Theresa, so it was just the three. And they deserved to know just as much as she did. So here they were, all huddled in a tent as Rose paced back and forth. Patricia remaining on her seat. "What am I? What did WICKED do to me?"

Patricia let out a breath, rose to her feet and walked towards a table. Soon, she had a manila folder in her hand, papers jutting out of it. Placing it in Rose's hand Patricia walked away beginning to talk.

"When they brought you in, you were covered in blood, passed out, and borderline dead. They didn't have any faith in you, they thought you weren't going to make it. I was just a scientist, I don't know what happened before you got there. All I know is that whatever it was you should have already died from, but the fact that you were still alive. I knew that there had to be more to you than just some dead girl." Patricia faced the table, her hands working their way around a glass and bottle. "You had fight in you. Fight that they didn't see, so I had to explain it to them. The only way that I could possibly give you any chance of surviving was the Flare virus. It has been known to reanimate its subjects. There were kids before you that had agreed to do the different testing's. You however, didn't have much of a choice."

Sitting back down Patricia crossed her legs and took a swig of her own drink. "I didn't have a choice?" Rose spoke crossing her arms, with this Newt rose from his sitting position stepping in between her and Patricia. His brown eyes locked in hers, gradually bringing her anger down. Then pulling her back towards the bench where he was, Minho rose letting her sit next to Newt. Rose leaned forward, elbows on her knees and mouth in her hands.