Chapter 2

When I opened my eyes I was startled to see the blonde, Newt, sitting on the bench by the bed sleeping, a slight snore as he sat there slumped against the wall. I shifted and bent my leg. It was painful but I could tell it was needed. I bent it a few more times and laid it back down. I studied the sleeping figure and saw how young he really was. He looked about 16, messy blond hair, and dirty pale skin. He wore a tan baggy shirt with straps crossing it and worn brown pants. I looked down at myself I was rather tall, thinking back to yesterday when Newt helped me through the glade I was only half an inch shorter than him. My hair was short and I couldn't see what color it was. I had the strong urge to know what I looked like but could see there were no mirrors anywhere. I didn't know anything about me other than. . . . Wait. . . I looked down and then over at Newt. I was a girl. In a glade Filled with boys. Did they know? If not it could be fine. If so I could see many unsavory scenarios play out in my head. I looked at my chest and sighed in relief. I was flat chested. I was wearing a dark red tank top and brown pants, one side still coated in blood. I sat up and swung my legs over the edge. Testing my balance I found I could hobble quietly and made my way out the door. I grabbed a stick resting by the door and used it as a crutch to keep as much weight off my leg as I could. I heard the sound of a creak and followed the path into the forest behind the building. I saw the clear water rather quickly and sat down on my right side and laid out my left flat on the ground. I leaned over the water and looked at myself reflected back. I had dark red hair cut like a boys and Amber eyes. My jaw wasn't as square or prominent as a males but it could pass and I looked about 15 or 16 years old. I sat there for a moment more before I started to get back up. I knew I could pass for a guy and be fine as long as I was careful. I stood and limped back to the hut. I opened the door to come face to face with a wide eyed Newt. I shrank as his gaze narrowed. He gripped my arm and helped me to the bed then pushed me down mumbling about how I was a 'bloody stupid shank' and so on. I gave a sheepish smile but obeyed his commands of staying on the bed and getting more rest. After a few minutes Newt returned to his spot on the bench and I drifted off to sleep.

I awoke to a chorus of yells. I sat up and found myself alone in the bamboo hut. I stretched and bent my leg a bit pleasantly finding that I could move it without so much pain. I still couldn't put weight on it for a long period of time but I could walk with a crutch and limp just fine. I made my way to the door and opened it slowly. I saw the large group of boys circled around Alby. There was lots of shouting and demands being thrown about. I could see Newt standing by Alby with a stern and rather cross look on his face. I made my way closer till I could hear what was being discussed.
"Look, we don't know why he came from the maze. But he is just like every other greenie we've had from the box."
"The first one from the maze?! No way Alby, no way there's got to be something up with this."
"Gally enough. It's not like we can bloody do anything."
"We can banish him. Send him back out there."
"I saw Newt sigh and cross his arms. I came forward till I was standing in front of everyone. I turned to Alby.
"What's going on?"
He sighed and shook his head. Gally the one who wanted to banish me spoke up instead.
"Why are you here shank? How did you come from the maze?"
I looked him straight in the eyes and spoke.
"I don't know. I woke up out there, with a bum leg and somehow found my way here."
I left out the part about being out there during the night. That seemed to shock Newt and Alby and I didn't need more evidence against me from Gally.
There was silence for awhile till a younger boy from the crowd spoke up.
"What's your name?"
"Charlie."
He nodded and seemed to accept me. A chorus of murmurs filled the air and slowly a few boys came up and spoke.
"Welcome to the glade greenie."
One after the other until there was only a few boys by Gally, as well as Newt and Alby. He scoffed and turned around the others following. I turned to Alby and Newt and saw them share a look. Alby went off towards the other huts and Newt grabbed my arm helping me back to the building.
"You shouldn't be up greenbean. Need to be restin' that leg of yours."
I sighed but nodded. It was just so boring laying there all the time.
"But I've been sleeping so long. How long has it been exactly?"
He gave a small grimace. The first time when I caught you after you snuck out was three days after they set your leg. And this one was two days after that."
My eyes widened. Five days? I'd been sleeping that long? Newt gave a low chuckle.
"What's with that look? Trust me you need it. With that injury you should be out another few days before you start getting a schedule."
I nod and glance down at his leg as we walked. I could see how prominent his limp was. It seemed painful. I sighed. I would probably be sporting a matching one as the doctors here, med-jacks, were just boys like everyone else. No one had real medical experience and therefore there was no way my leg would be nearly as good as if I was at a real hospital. Would I even ever see a hospital? Stuck behind these giant walls in a giant maze with giant blob spike monsters. I sighed again. Life was really looking like a pile of . . . Klunk.
I thought back to the weird terms the gladers used. Klunk was rather easy to decipher, shank and slinthead seemed derogatory and used as insults to the other, and shuck just seemed to be the go to curse of everyone. We finally reached the hut and Newt helped me to the bed and propped up my leg making sure the gauze cast was undamaged. When he determined it looked okay he moved back to his spot on the bench and sat down with a pain sigh mixed with a groan and flexed his own leg. I eyed him carefully. It seemed either it was a bad day for his leg or it had only healed fairly recently. I mustered the courage and spoke.
"So what happened to your leg?"
His body stiffened and he shook his head forcing himself to relax. I watched curious.
"Ran from a griever. Tried to climb the wall to get away from it, and I fell off. Some reason it left me alone and Alby found me and helped me back."
He stopped and rubbed his leg a painful expression on his face and his eyes seemed a lot darker than they had been a little bit ago. Something was off. It didn't sound like it was true but I couldn't know for sure as I'd only known him for roughly a day spread out over the five I'd been sleeping. I just nodded.
"Wish I knew what happened to mine."
I muttered it yet I could tell he heard me. I lay there staring at the ceiling and eventually my eyes closed and I finally drifted off to sleep.

Dream
I was running through the maze the sound of clicking getting ever closer. I ran as fast as I could trying to ignore the pain in my left leg but could still hear the ominous clinking of the griever. I turned another corner and saw a dead end. I ran towards it and started to climb the ivy. About half way up and the griever made its presence known by flinging itself up the wall. It's long tail like appendage with clawed digits grabbed my arm and ripped me from the wall and threw me in the one forty feet away at the end of the corridor. My head smacked the rock and pain burst behind my eyes.

I gasped at the massive pain in my head and sat up use both hands to squeeze my face and temples. I could hear mumbling and voices but all that did was make the pain worse. I curled up pressed my hands harder into my head I knew it wasn't going to help but it was all I could do. I felt arms around me and hands gripping mine tearing them away from my head. I was layed back down on the bed and held there as my head started to simmer. I dragged my eyes open with a large painful effort. I saw the fluff of blonde hair followed by newt's face as he turned back to me. I felt more hands on my leg and realized the med-jacks were working on my leg again. I squeezed my eyes shut tight and another lance of pain stabbed me, this time from my leg and everything tilted till the world slipped away into nothingness.

Newt's POV

He hadn't been sleeping long before Clint and Jeff entered the hut. They approached Charlie and looked over the gauze cast.
"Shuck. He's bleeding again."
They started to unravel the gauze till they reached his bare leg which was covered in blood.
"Newt come hold him down. If he moves we will have to reset the leg again."
I nodded and placed my hands on Charlie's shoulders. I watched as they cleaned the wounds and resewed the large gash. When they finished they started to put the gauze cast back on. Charlie started to move. I looked down at him to see the pain on his face. His whole body tensed and then his eyes snapped open. A gasp escaped him and his hands flew up to his head. He pushed my arms away and then curled up into a ball squeezing his head.
"What the shuck?"
"Hold him down, the shanks going to twist his leg again."
The three of us pulled Charlie's body apart. I took his arms and then forced his back to lay straight on the bed. His eyes opened again and I turned to look at him but all I saw was pain. He let out one more gasp and then his eyes rolled then closed. His body went limp. I turned to look at the med-jacks and they just shrugged.
"I had to move it a fraction but his leg was surprisingly okay after all that."
They continued wrapping it up and then left. I stood there for a minute more then went back to the spot on the bench. What had happened? Charlie looked like he was in so much pain. I sighed and leaned my head against the wall staring at the ceiling. Eventually my eyes slipped closed and I fell into a restless sleep.