Running From Your Problems (a Newt/ Maze Runner fanfic)

Food

I jolt awake in a cold sweat.

"She's awake!" Someone whispers very loudly.

Sitting up, I look around the room. I don't think I have ever seen this place before.

My head throbs and I am starving. I groan.

A dark skinned guy walks into the room I'm in. He must be the leader of this place. he has that kind of air about him.

"So you're finally awake," he states as if it wasn't obvious. "my name is Alby by the way, I am the leader of the Glade."

"Had a feeling," I grumble.

"You must've fallen pretty hard because Newt had to carry you back from the deadheads. You were bleeding from an open wound in your head, but don't worry. You shouldn't have any memory loss other than the obvious stuff that the whoever took from you." he was one of the kinds of people that I can't stand. The ones that talk all official and are all like 'I rule over you all bow down now.'

Alby said a few more things that I didn't pay attention to before leaving me with a med-jack that was fussing over me way too much.

"Be careful standing up because you might have a minor concussion and go get something to eat," the med-jack told me for the millionth time.

The bright sunshine outside the med-jack building was almost blinding. But, not blinding enough for me to see the outline of a very tall and skinny Glader that had a strong English accent.

"And Sleeping Beauty awakes!" Newt exclaimed to the whole world. "I honestly have no idea what Sleeping Beauty is, but I took a guess and I hope I am correct."

Newt swings his arm around my shoulder and starts steering me toward what I know is the kitchen. I immediately stiffen at his touch and grab at my boot for my knife. It's not there

"Still a little stiff are we?" He asks teasingly.

"What did you do with my knife?" I growl.

"Had a feeling that this would happen," he has a mischievous look on his face. "I took it."

I glare at him and look for any places that he could be hiding my knife.

"How long was I out for?" I ask, hoping it wasn't too obvious that I was avoiding the subject.

"Not too long. Just a week."

"A week!" I exclaim. "how cloud I have been out for a freaking week!"

Newt takes his arm away from my shoulders and hold his hands up in surrender.

"I was just joking. You were only out for a bloody three hours!"

I punched his arm as hard as I could and started walking faster.

"You're a shuck-faced shank you know that?" I say over my shoulder.

"I'll take that as a compliment!" Newt yells at my back and jogs to catch up with me. "I still believe that you haven't met a lot of the people here. Which you would've done if you weren't so stubborn and looked at that grave. By the way I didn't tell them exactly what happened."

By the time we reach the kitchen my stomach is growling really loudly. I wouldn't be surprised if everyone inside could hear it.

"Time for you to meet everyone," Newt says with a small, forced smile.

I walk in and immediately all heads turn in my direction. And, strangely, they all break out in applause. Not long after, they go back to their food.

A short and round boy, probably around 12 or 13, walks up to me.

"My name's Chuck," he says, sticking out his hand to shake it.

"(Y/n)," I say timidly shaking his hand.

"Is it true that while you were in the woods with Newt that you looked into his eyes and fainted?" Chuck whispers to me.

"Hell no!" I yell and feel my face turn beet red, again all eyes are on me.

"The girl's got a sharp tongue!" A voice yells out.

"Let go get some food," Chuck says and nods over to a table where an extremely hairy and greasy guy was leaning over a pot scowling.

Newt and I follow Chuck to where the guy, apparently named Frypan, is standing.

"It's the greenie's first meal in the Glade. Give 'we something good," Newt was much happier than he was before I blacked out and I could easily see it in his face.

Frypan hands me a plate of some kind of food. I gulp it down as fast as I can.

"Slow down Greenie," Newt laughs over his own plate. "your food isn't going to run away."

"I'm not so sure about that," I reply. "almost everything that seems impossible happens here. And I'm also extremely hungry."

"Get the girl some more food," Newt laughed.