WICKED told them the Trial was over -no more tests, no more lies, but Frankie had been deceived enough to know that the statement alone could never be true.
Truthfully, she wanted to die. She wanted to leave this cruel world of being experimented an...
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WAS IT EXCITEMENT or dread?
Frankie stared at the metallic device encasing her right leg in deep thoughts, hugging a pillow against her stomach. It was the only way to suppress the bubbly sensation there.
After weeks of living bed bound in solitude with only Brenda, Dr. Lebeau, and the nurses' occasional visit to accompany her days, she really did miss her friends. But now that she was about to meet them, to meet Minho, she didn't know how to act or feel about it.
(Yes, Brenda.
The Brenda.
The shuck little traitor who apparently had been working with WICKED this whole time. She had been assigned as Frankie's physical therapist.)
This bubbly sensation. Was this excitement or dread?
"Are you sure you want to wear that?" The nurse asked. She was one of the familiar faces who often came in and out of her hospital room; a middle-aged black lady with extra fat stored throughout her curvy body. There was a unique scar that divided her left eyebrow into two. "We can take the wheelchair."
"I'm sure."
"It's a long way, honey."
"I'm sure," Frankie repeated firmly. With her hands, she moved her bad leg onto the ground and reached for her nightstand for support. She had trained enough to walk without crutches now.
"Okay, then. Follow me. Everyone's waiting for you," the nurse gestured towards the open door and Frankie limped after her.
"Are you that excited to meet your friends?"
Frankie stayed silent.
Slowly but surely, they wobbled towards a bigger hall, into an elevator, across a see-through sky bridge which offered a good view of the Scorch, past a series of computer laboratories, into another elevator, then along an endless row of unidentified white walls.
The nurse was right. It was a really long way. Especially if you had to drag one useless foot and you hadn't travelled that far for quite some time.
By the time they reached the big, wooden door, her limbs were already trembling in fatigue.
Frankie tried taking a deep breath to calm her nerves down.
It didn't work.
"After this, you can join your friends. I'll send your things over myself."
Her heart skipped a beat. The nurse lady pushed the door open immediately, too fast for her to prepare herself.
On the other side...
On the other side were familiar faces she had longed for so dearly.
Just like the cliche scenes in romantic movies, everything else seemed to fade from view except for a particular boy with Asian features and perfectly styled hair, turning around to see who the newcomer was. The curves of his thin eyebrows raised, followed by the side of his lips. He wasn't smiling. He was gaping.
