Sprinter

A bit of an Explanation

After the greenie left the room, and I cleaned off my cut. Clint silently focused on re-wrapping my side. "You sure are accident prone..." He mumbled sticking his tongue out a little in slight concentration.

After Clint had finished, he handed me the sponge again to clean up around the bandages. I cleaned my side silently as Clint left. Both Minho and Newt stayed, Newt sitting in a chair about 4 feet to my left, and Minho leaning against the wall opposite of me. Minho was watching me, not in weird way, more like concern and a hint of anger.

"What?" I asked, looking between the two of them.

"What happened out there, love?" Newt asked, glancing up from the spot he was staring at on the floor.

I picked up my shirt, and turned it right side out again, "What specifically?" I evaded the question.

I grunted in pain, slipping my shirt back on over my head as Newt spoke again. "In the deadheads."

I sighed, "I told you. I got lost, then got too close to a Beedle blade, I spooked it, and it cut me." I lied.

"You were out there for hours! I doubt you sat there bleeding out for that long." Minho all of a sudden yelled at me out of concern.

"If the Beedle blade really did cut you like you said, you would've bleed to death by now!" Newt added yelling.

I flinched and looked down, trying to hide the stinging sensation in the back of my eyes. I wasn't going to cry, but they really seemed to be worried about me. Although I don't know why, at least not at the level of care they seem to be at. I only just met them a month ago, but it's as if I've known them for years....

"I found that bloody grave yard..." I whispered not looking up.

Out of the corner of my eye I could see Newt and Minho glance at each other, then back at me, waiting for me to go on. "I got lost, and stumbled upon it. I saw all the tombstone markers, some with names, and some without..." I trailed off before adding, "I got overwhelmed. I didn't know that many gladers died."

"Initially, the first round of gladers didn't know how to cope with the memory loss. Some wouldn't trust each other, some did. Everyone was confused, and scared, no terrified, especially the some who tried to explore the maze at night. For a while, no one would listen to order, and if they did. It was rare." Newt explained gloomly.

I had looked up at Newt at this as he explained. I knew exactly what he was talking about, although I didn't tell them that, even though I had witnessed those deaths.

Minho was studying my expression, I got the feeling he knew I was not telling them something that pained me to know. Minho walked over to me and kneeled down. I switched my gaze to him, and he gave me a small smile as he moved a strand of hair out of my face and tucked it behind my right ear.

"At least it's not like that now." I smiled, the small gesture making me feel better. "Now," I started, placing a hand on Minho's chest and pushing him back playfully. "Help me up." I held out both hands.

Minho rolled his eyes and grabbed my hands, "Your not a child." He said sarcastically, while pulling me to my feet.

I stumbled a bit, but gained my balance back by putting most of my weight on my left side. "Yeah, but my side seriously bloody hurts." I retorted.

Newt rolled his eyes as he walked over to us. "Speaking of which. You cannot go running until your side heals fully."

I groaned. "This is what I get, huh?" I began to limp away from the boys as I left the room. Making sure to not put a whole lot of weight on my right side.

Both Minho and Newt followed me out of the room. It was past dinner, but I went towards the kitchen anyway. I was hungry, and Frypan was going to have to let me eat something. When I got there, no one was inside, and I went straight to the fridge and pulled out different things to make a small sandwich. I put it all together and ate it, watching as Newt and Minho got themselves something to eat too. Minho had found the left overs and served himself a huge bowl of roast beef and veggies. Newt on the other hand made a sandwich as well. I guess they didn't eat dinner either since they were looking for me. I stopped eating and watched them with curiosity as they ate.

"What?" Minho asked, after he finished a bite of his food.

"Why were you two the only ones who seemed to have cared I went missing for a few hours? You didn't have too, and I would've turned up eventually." I asked before I even thought about the words.

Minho blushed a bit, but Newt answered first. "We're your friends Love, of course we'd care."

I nodded, and resumed eating my food. Minho downed his like a pig, we'll not exactly, but he did eat it very quickly considering the portion size. I finished eating my sandwich just before Minho finished eating his meal, then Newt was last. It wasn't a race, but both boys had a huge appetite, they both went for seconds, and I laughed at them.

Before they could ask why I was laughing I began to leave the kitchen. As I was passing out of the doorway, Frypan came in and gasped at the two other boys raiding his kitchen.

"I tried to tell them not to come in here. But they both seem to have bottomless pits in their stomachs which dictated their actions. Long story short, I tried to stop them but they were too hungry to listen." I smirked and winked at Newt and Minho, getting them into trouble with Frypan.

Frypan began to yell at Newt and Minho, although I was already walking away with laughter to hear exactly what Frypan was saying.

I walked to my room and grabbed my bag and hammer once again. If I wasn't going to run tomorrow morning, I wouldn't need these.