I'd like to say that this is a good story, that I wrote on a rainy day, in the window sill of a massive library. I'd also like to say that this is a good story. But then I'd be lying, and I'm not a liar. I'm writing this as I'm hiding from authorities, in the cold celar of a shabby cabin. But enough about me, and let's get to the story.

I woke up when the box started moving. I was surrounded by darkness, but my eyes soon adjusted . I was in some sort of box, that had a bunch of wooden boxes in it with me, some reaching almost to the top of the box. It was still moving, upwards I think, but I wanted out. I was getting very claustrophobic. I climbed up a stack of boxes and pounced on the roof, as if it would open at my command. But suddenly, the box stopped moving, sending me the long way down to the floor, banging my right leg on a box.

Pain shattered my thoughts as I tried to get up, but ended up colapsed against one of the walls. My leg was throbbed now, making me gasp out in agony.

But as if an answer to my prayers, a light seeped through the top of the box, blinding me. Someone jumped down, but I couldn't see who it was. I was hyperventilating, my leg throbbed in an angry silence. My curly blonde hair must have been covering my agony twisted face, because whoever it was gasped.

"What is it, Newt?" Someone called from above.

"A girl." Newt sounded surprised. He knelt down. "Are you okay, Greenie?"

My voice was barely a whisper, but he heard it just fine. "My leg. My leg, I think it's broken."

With that, he looked down at my leg, which supported an angry bruise. "Can you walk?"

My breathing was getting shallow, and I breathed. "Just make it stop." I was almost sobbing in pain. Something warm was running down my face but I didn't have the strength to see what it was.

"Oh, shuck, you're bleeding." he swore. "Gally! She needs to get to the Medjacks! Quick!"

"Lift her up," another voice yelled, closer this time.

As Newt went to pick me up, my leg felt like it exploded. I scream.

"Please just make it stop!" I cried.

"I know, just a moment longer, love." His British accent whispered to my ear.

As he handed me to the guy named Gally, I almost passed out. I was barely conscious as he ran to the... Medjack's, or whatever, and I starte sobbing, taking in big breaths of air.

"Shh," whispered Gally, "It's gonna be okay. See? We're here."

We started going up some stairs, and the sudden movement made me gasp in pain. Gally hugged me tighter and ran up the stairs as quick as he could.

"Clint! We've got a broken leg, and a cut on her forehead," he yelled, making me wince, my head pounding. "Where should I put her?"

"Her?" a small voice said.

"Yes, Clint, a shuckin girl."

"Over here, in the one right by the Changing room."

As Gally laid me on a bed, the sudden movement made my breath hitch and my back arch, so I grabbed his hand for comfot. "If her leg is broken, then we'll need to put it back in place and then put a splint on it."

"How do you plan to put it back in place?" Gally asked, squeezing my hand.

"We've got to pop it in. It'll only hurt her a moment, and then it will be over, if we use pain killers. But, last time I checked, we were running low on painkillers."

Gally gaped at him. "The box just came, so won't there be some now?"

"No, it only comes once every three months."

"WHAT?!" Gally yelled, making me wince. "How much do we have?"

"When I say running low, I mean, we don't have any."

Gally looked at me, pale. Somehow, I was missing the conversation, but I got enough of it to know there'd be more pain. I whimpered, shying away from the guy called Clint.

"So, what's gonna happen without the pain killers?"

"Odds are, she might pass out. If she doesn't, then she'll be in immense pain for the rest of the night."

We were all struck by silence, but I wanted it all to end. "Let's do it." I whispered

"What?" Gally and Clint said together.

"Let's do it." I said louder. I was still hyperventilating and shaking in pain, but a night of oain was worth getting it over with.

"Are you sure?" Gally said as Clint got everything ready.

I panted, positive that talking was taking a ton of energy. "Yes. But... Can you... Stay... Here? With me. I'm a little scared." I hated to admit it, but I honestly didn't think I'd make it without someone to focus on.

He grinned reasuringly, "Don't worry. I wan't planning on leaving anyway. I'll stay as long as you need me to, and maybe longer."

I smiled, but it quickly faded as I saw Clint coming back. He had Newt and a shorter dark skinned boy.

"What the shuck are you doing, Gally?" the dark skinned boy asked, amazed. "Are you holding a girl's hand?"

Gally glared, the angriest I'd ever seen him. "Yeah," he snarled, "Got a problem with helping someone in need, Alby? Cause I sure as shuck don't!"

"Fine, fine, but next time someone gets hurt and wants a hand to hold, I'm sending them to you."

Clint looked at me. "Are you ready?"

I nodded, but Alby interviened. "Ready for what?"

Clint sighed. "We don't have any painkillers, but we need to set her leg straight, or she'll be like Newt over there." He nodded at Newt, who was frowning.

Alby whistled. "And she agreed?"

"Yeah, she's got more balls than you." Clint laughed. "I remember when you had that-"

"Shut up-"

"Splinter and-"

"Seriously, shut-"

"You cried for hours."

Alby was silent, but in the meantime, the pain in my leg was increasing. I had my eyes closed and I couldn't breathe. I gasped, but no air came. Gally looked over and shouted, "Clint, what's wrong, she's not breathing!"

"She's in shock, you need to talk her out of it." Clint hurried with the ointmen he had been making.

"Listen to me, you need to calm down. It'll go away. I promise. You just need to calm down." Gally was holding my one hand with both of his, and Newt was above him looking worried.

I gasped for air, recieving a little bit, but it was gone too soon, and I had to get more. I gasped again and got some more, but it still wasn't enough. I was choking but I still couldn't get air. Gally, growing impatient, pulled me to a sitting position, making me bite back a scream. He pounded on my back, and soon, I was breathing again.

Tears were falling down my cheeks like waterfalls, and I just wanted all the pain gone.

"Just-just make it stop. Kill me! Please just, do it! Make it end. Make it go away!"

Gally grabbed my face. "No. That's not how it's going to be. Not now, not ever." I searched his eyes.

"Please." I whispered.

"No. Clint, lets get this over with." I was shaking, but Gally held me so tight I could feel his heartbeat. And I might be mistaken, but I thought I felt it skip a beat when I leaned into him. But that moment, Clint grabbed my leg and set it, making me scream louder and harder than I ever had before.

And just like that, I slid from conciousness.

Gally was still sitting by the bed when he fell asleep, his head on the unconcious girl's stomache, her hand in his. Newt, Alby, and Clint had left for a moment after bandaging the girl's head to give the other Gladers an update on the girl, and when they got back, Gally was asleep, exhausted. Snickering, they left him and the girl for the night.

I woke up in a cold sweat. I didn't know where it was and it was dark. I was scared of the dark. It's shadows. It's depth. The monsters that always seem to find me. Their claws shredding my dreams. Their shadows seeping into my soul, until there was no light left.

I felt something on me, and fearing the worst, I jumped. Gally sprang off of my stomache, fists out. My leg started throbbing.

"What is it? Who is it?" he asked blindly. "What's wrong?" He flipped around, checking for signs of an attack.

I grabbed his arm, making him jump. "I was just scared."

"Oh." he said, calming down, "You okay?"

"A little."

"What were you scared of?"

"The dark."

He was silent, and then after a moment, he said, "I used to be too. I couldn't stand it."

"What made you not afraid."

"Time."

"Oh."

We were silent for a moment.

"Can you sleep with me?" I asked, hoping he'd say yes.

He sighed. "Alby will kill me, but yeah, scoot over. If you can."

I grinned and tried to scoot myself over without moving my bad leg. I winced. When he saw, he smiled and helped me out. When we'd both finally settled, I looked at him.

"How come everyone was surprised?"

"Because they never thought I could be nice. I can be pretty mean sometimes, you know?" He grinned.

"No! You're not mean. You are actually the sweetest boy I've ever come across. I'm sure of it."

"And you're the cutest girl I've ever seen. And also the first that I can remember, so..."

That confused me. "How come you can't remember?"

"I-I don't know."

I tried to remember something, like my family. But all I got was a headache. I tried my name, and this time I could remember.

"Hales."

"What'd you say?"

"My name's Hales."

"Nice name. I like it."

"Thank you." I was finally getting tired, so I lay my head on his chest. He wrapped his arm around me.

"Good night." He said, sounding tired.

"Night."