The Memoriam Files: Hearts ✔

| Chapter 13, Like old times

|And if you can't tell, I'm scared as hell, so just close your eyes.

|Song: Lullaby, Nickelback

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Lisa's P.O.V.

A groan left my lips when a throbbing pain shot through my head. I tried to sit up but had to lay back down when dark spots appeared before my eyes.
Confusion waved over me. The room around me was dark, my body lying on something hard and I heard soft breathing around me.
Taking a deep breath, I tried to sit up again. My headache wasn't fully gone yet but I managed.
Squinting I looked around and realised we were in the Berg. Somehow through all the chaos and pain we had made it. We were free.

I looked around and saw Minho and Newt lying only a few feet away from me on the same long bench. Both of them were asleep. On the other side of the round room lay Thomas, still unconcious, with Brenda by his side.
I tried to stand up.
'Oh no, no, no,' a soft voice came out of the darkness. It was Dawn.
Quickly she put on some yellow lights and helped me lay down again.
'You're not going anywhere,' she simply stated, handing me a blanket.
I tried to cover my legs with it. She helped me and then sat down beside me.
Even though my headache was huge I couldn't hold back a smirk. 'I defeated Wicked, they couldn't control me.' Dawn smiled softly. 'Yeah, I wondered how you did that?'
I felt a red blush crawl on my cheeks. Dawn smiled knowingly and her eyes wondered to were Minho lay. I hit her arm. 'Don't tell him,' I hissed.
'Afraid you'll look weak?' She teased. 'Afraid his arrogance might grow,' I responded.
She laughed, a very welcoming sound. 'Try to get some sleep, will you,' she said, patting my hair.
'We really escaped Wicked,' I whispered, ignoring her words.
Dawn nodded. 'Yes, yes we did.'
Then my smirk disappeared. 'So what now?'
She looked at me, her eyes filled with a sudden sadness. 'We've been flying for ten hours, Jorge landed the Berg to get some sleep, can't have a tired pilot, and when he's awake we'll decide what to do next.'
I nodded and felt my body relax again. 'Can you imagine?' I whispered. 'We have a whole life before us, can do whatever we want.'
Dawn didn't respond, her eyes wondering to the blond Glader who only lay a few feet away from us. Her whole expression suddenly changed and it was the sadness that scared me most. 'Dawn, I know you must feel scared but there is nothing-' She stood up in a sudden movement. 'I going to get some sleep,' she said, then gave me a sad glare. 'Goodnight.'
I nodded at her. 'Night.'
She walked towards Minho and put a blanket over him. Then she went to Newt and covered his body with the warm blanket as well. She gave him a quick kiss on his forehead before searching a sleeping spot for herself.

I lay back down and felt my body ache, like it had been stung with a thousand little needles, but that wasn't the reason I didn't fall asleep.
It was the sad grief I had seen in Dawn her eyes that haunted me.
I sighed and carefully turned on my other side. I winced by the throbbing in my head which seemed to get worse everytime I moved. Closing my eyes I tried to sleep but Dawn's hopeless expression held me in a tight grip and when I did finally fell asleep it haunted me in my nightmares.

When we were all awake we met in the pilot chambers, which were the most comfortable.
Minho called our meeting a Gathering, for old times sake.
My headache wasn't fully gone yet and with Minho arguing with Brenda by every option she offered didn't make it any better. I had no strength to say anything about it. In the end, after an hour of arguing and going back and forth and coming full circle a dozen times, we decided to go to Denver. Brenda told us there was a man she knew who lived there. He once used to work for Wicked but he left when he realised their true plans. He could help us remove the devices put in our brain, Wicked could use to track and control us.
We planned on landing the Berg at a private airport with the story that we were immunes looking for a government transport job. Luckily the Berg was unmarked, no one would believe our story if Wicked was written with huge letters on the Berg. Brenda told us that upon entering a city we'd be tested and branded as immune to the Flare, which would allow us to enter the city proper.