She was there since the beginning. People trusted her, she trusted them. She was the light in the glade. But when WCKD gives them an option to sacrifice her to the maze. They all betray her. The ones that were there have to live with that guilt...
"When the night has come And the land is dark And the moon is the only light we'll see No I won't be afraid Oh, I won't be afraid Just as long as you stand, stand by me"
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"Where is the disinfectant liquid again?" Clint's voice rang through Clara's ears as she was stitching up Nicks arm.
"Why?" She asked, not looking away from Nicks arm as she concentrated. Nick, looked from Clint in the back to Clara where he was gripping on her thigh with his uninjured arm clearly nervous and in pain.
She was used to this. By Clint and other gladers who had come in contact with the needle and thread. They either gripped her thigh or her arm. She felt sorry for them because of the pain they had to deal with, and there wasn't any medicine she could give them to reduce the pain.
"I cut myself." Clint spoke up.
"How on earth did you-"
"I was messing with the scissors and I cut myself." He quickly explained before she finished her question.
"Clint. I swear." Clara groaned and shoved the needle into Nicks arm a bit harder, making him grab her thigh harder as he groaned in pain.
"Sorry." She gave him an apologetic look before continuing.
"It's in the second drawer to the right." She told Clint.
"Got it!"
"How's your little assistant coming along?" Nick asked her, smiling.
"Still new at this. So he's a handful, but he'll get the hang of it." Clara told her friend before she poured some liquid on the stitches and then wrapped it up.
"Next time. Don't stray with this kind of injury. Come straight to me." She told him seriously.
"Yeah. Yeah." Nick groaned as she was basically lecturing him.
"Let me guess. Leo told you to get your shuck-face over to me?" She questioned and he looked at her with a questionable face.
"You know, it freaks me out how you know things so well." He pointed to her with his uninjured arm.
"Because I live with a bunch of dimwits." She joked and he snorted.
"Tell Alby you will not be able to go in the maze for at least a week. If he tries to fight me on this, we know I'll win." She gave Nick a wide grin as he snorted before standing up.
"So true. Thanks Clara." Nick headed out and Clara started to clean up the supplies that she used.
It's been ten months since she has been in the glade. Almost a year, and she has been growing out of her shell slightly. She wasn't so quiet as she was a few months ago. She has grew and learned many things over these ten months.
