Tricked (t.m.r.)

1.12 - In Which None Stood a Chance Against Her

The med-jacks room was not far from mine, and I spent the entire afternoon screaming for Jeff to come over to check on my foot. Not because it was in such a horrible state, I was trying to irritate him into letting me out. Jeff couldn't refuse my request as there's always the possibility that I was telling the truth. It's true that my foot was in constant excruciating throbbing pain, but there wasn't anything the med-jack could do about it aside from putting ice on the part that was swelling up. In fact, at one point I was convinced that there was too much ice and my foot felt so frozen and can be easily snapped off from my foot. He also did his best to move my foot around in a circle motion, claiming that it helps with blood circulation. Poor boy had to keep apologising to me too when I was started shedding tears because the pain was too much for me to handle at times. Sadly, the gladers weren't provided any painkillers. All the medical equipment around here is klunk. 

Damn you creators. 

"Hey, Primrose." Jeff greeted me with a wave. "I was thinking about whether I should just sit in your room straight. That way, I don't have to move every time you summon me over." He looks at me pointedly. 

I grinned at him, amused by his choice of words. "I'm sure you have patients who were whinier than me." 

Jeff shrugs, letting a smile stretch across his lips, "Can't deny that. Some of the slicers especially, like I don't get it, they want to be in the line of the job, why can't they be more careful? It's honestly baffling at the number of times they cut themselves. So many bandages and bandaids have been wasted on them!" 

"So stupid." I agreed with Jeff. "But in a way, you have to thank them for getting the cuts too."

Jeff gave me a puzzled look, "Why?"

"Would you rather sit on your butt the entire day looking all lovey-dovey into Clint's eyes?" 

Jeff visibly shuddered, "Shuck no." 

I laughed at his reaction as I stood up with the help of the clutch, slowing waltzing towards the door. Jeff immediately stood up from the chair and moved to block me from going any further. 

"Don't give me that look. You know you can't leave the room, Newt said so." Jeff crossed his arms across his chest and tries to sound firm when he spoke. 

My gaze harden, and I dropped my pouty look immediately and almost laughed when I saw his eyes widening in shock at how fast I was able to change my mood. "So the cute approach doesn't work on you huh?" I tapped the clutch on the wooden floor as I spoke. "It works fine on Newt."

He gulps, taking a step back. "You're not going to hit me, are you?"

"Nah, I'm not that mean." I waved a free hand at him to dismiss that thought. "Since you're free right now, why not be a samaritan and help me out of the homestead? I could sit somewhere and watch over things."

He raised an eyebrow at me, "Watch over things?" He repeated my words. 

I rolled my eyes at him, "Ok fine, listen over things then. It'll be a win-win situation! I get fresh air, you get fresh air. I get to sit on the bench, you get to sit on the bench with me. We'll sit at the kitchens so we can be the first to get dinner. Your patient is happy, you're doing your job. You can talk to me, you can talk to the other boys-"

"Okay, okay, I get it." Jeff replies, interrupting my sentence. "You've convinced me, let's go." 

"Would you be carrying me down the stairs?" I asked him, already exiting my room. "I think I'm pretty light to be carried." 

"As much as I appreciate the confidence you have in me to carry you, I wouldn't want to risk both of us tumbling down the stairs." Jeff was walking next to me, slowing down to my pace.