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Sam
Newt jumps to his feet, startling Minho awake with a loud "what fuck guys!"
From the corner of my vision, I see Newt urge Alby to explain what woke him up.
"Look, Minho. Whilst you were in the maze overnight, Sam had a fight with Gally and-"
"That's amazing! I need to see what she did to him-" Minho interrupts laughing loudly.
Alby glares at him, and then continues, "we had a meeting and it was agreed that she'd be put in the slammer for 2 days." He swallows nervously, glancing at Minho's obvoisly angry face, and continues "And Rick and Jordan took her to the slammer. But on the way she had a scrap with them and... Jordan slapped her and she fell and hit her head on a rock."
Alby gulps, he knew he was in for it.
"What the bloody hell Alby?" Newt exclaims, "you told me she hit her head on the bamboo because of her own doing!"
Minho stands up, completely quiet, before shouting in the leaders face and pushing on his chest. "What the fuck, man? You lied to your second in command, and then tried to lie to me! And now you're angry that she's gone, well she's probably looking for painkillers you fucking dick!"
"Get out! How dare you speak to me in this way. You can have a day or two in the slammer too to learn a valuable lesson, like the greenie!" Alby booms, and I flinch, letting out a whimper as my head pounds again.
Newt cocks his head, and my breath hitches in my throat as my cover is blown. Minho and Alby stop shouting, confused as to Newt's sudden furrowed brow.
Newt crouches, and glances under the bed as his eyes meet mine. He sighs, "oh greenie."
And Alby marches over, grasping my leg from under the bed and harshly dragging me from under it.
"Oh hi!" I grin, "I didn't see you there!"
And shit just hit the fan.
Alby glares, a look that could actually kill. And grabs my arm, forming huge bruises, and tugs me along to the slammer. "Fucking stupid bitch." He grunts, and tosses me inside, ignoring the loud protests from Minho.
He slams the door shut and shoves Minho into the cage next to mine, by now a small crowd has formed.
Newt smiles apologetically, and then helps Alby dismiss the confused crowd to their various jobs once again.
I wince and grab my small bugled stomach, having landed on it when Alby threw me.
"Who does he think he is? Huh, stupid punk ass bitch." Minho rants, not hearing my small whimpers of pain.
I cry out as a wave of pain strikes through me from my lower stomach, causing Minho to rush to my side of the cage. "Are you okay... greenie?"
"Sam." I whimper.
"Huh?"
"My name is Sam!" I cry out, as another wave of pain hits me, and I clutch my stomach tighter, doubling over on the floor.
"Nice name! What's going on? Why are you in pain?"
I don't answer him, but focus on controlling the pain in my lower abdomen.
"Sam! What's going on? I can help you!" Concern crosses his features, and he reaches over to me through the gaps in the bamboo cage.
"I'm... pregnant!" I gasp out, as the pain begins to subside, and I lay my head back onto the muddy slope in exhaustion.
"What?" He gasps, "you're going to have a baby?"
I nod, and smile uneasily at him.
His smile falls, "But who is the father?"
"I don't know, Minho. But I was pregnant when I came here." I smile, leaning over and patting his hard bicep.
"Minho, there's something you need to know."
"Yeah?" He smiles encouragingly, urging me to continue.
"A couple of weeks ago, when we had sex in your room, I took a test thing. And it came out positive." I force out, staring at his confused face.
"What's that supposed to mean? Positive? ...What?"
"I'm pregnant, Minho." I spit out.
"I- wait, what?" He manages to force out, a shocked expression covering his features. "My baby? I'm going to be a father?"
"Yeah, Minho. You're going to be a father." I smile up at him.
"This is amazing! I love y-"
My eyes bolt open, and I stare down at mine and Minho's intertwined hands. He stares up at me, eyes wide in shock.
"Did you see that too?" I gasp out, heart beating rapidly.
"Yeah." He smiles, "it's my child then!"
"I think so." I say and return the smile.
"However, I don't remember the sex part." He pouts, and I roll my eyes and slap his hand away.
