And another chapter because I've already written like 40 pages for this story, sorry it's super short :/. Anyways! Reviews, favs and follows are always appreciated ^_^ Enjoy!
The next day, Clint came up to me while I sat in my hammock outside and gave a small smile. "I heard you wanted to be a Med Jack."
I nodded. "Well come on then, I could use the help. We'll start training you today."
He and I worked all day, he taught me what all the different ointments were, what we used when someone got...stung by a Griever, how to fix broken bones and sprained joints. All in all, I was doing pretty well and I could tell I would actually enjoy the work.
There was a knock at the door to the hut and Clint went to answer while I put some creams away. "What the hell did you do you shuck?!"
I turned to see Minho clutching a dirty cloth to his arm and saw dark drips coming from it. "Shit." I hissed and started grabbing ointments and bandages.
"Better get a needle and thread too." Clint ordered, shoving Minho down on the "bed" in the middle of the hut.
I brought what we would need and lay it out in front of Clint, but he didn't move. "Clint?" I prodded.
"What? Oh, no, I won't be doing it. You need to practice what you learned today." he smiled, stepping out of the way. "I actually need to get some herbs from the garden, so..." he left the hut hurriedly as I gaped after him.
Taking a deep breath, I turned back to Minho and stared at his arm, refusing to look him in the eye.
Pulling the cloth away, I winced at the deep gash running horizontal across his forearm. I got a clean cloth and water and wiped away the majority of blood and grime before rubbing disinfectant on the cut.
"Ow!" he yelped, jerking away as the bitter smelling liquid dripped into the wound.
"Sorry." I mumbled, smearing numbing gel over the still-bleeding cut. "And sorry for what I said yesterday." I added quietly, pulling out the needle and thread.
I waited a minute for the gel to take effect and then pressed the needle thought the tanned skin of his forearm. "It's okay...and I'm sorry too. I shouldn't have just assumed you wanted to be a runner. It's a lot to ask of somebody."
Nodding, I continued sewing his skin shut and wiping away the trickles of blood that still seeped through. When I'd finished, I wrapped a clean, white bandage around his arm and started putting the supplies away and cleaning up the blood on the "bed".
As I stood on tiptoes, pushing a few ointments into the cabinet, a warmth came from behind me and I could feel cool breath on the back of my neck.
My face heated up and I closed the cabinet quickly, turning around to face Minho's chest. I coughed nervously and heard him chuckle.
"Why won't you look at me greenie?"
I shrugged.
"You afraid?"
I shook my head.
"You embarrassed?"
I shrugged.
There was a pause and I could almost feel his grin. "You turned on?"
Instantly I shoved him and felt my neck and ears heat up outrageously. He laughed and pulled me against him, lifting my chin up with his finger.
"So you ARE turned on." he smirked.
"No I'm not, shuck-face." I snapped, but that just made him grin wider.
In a second, he grabbed me and tossed me onto the "bed", stepping in between my legs. "So you're saying that if I kissed you right now, you'd try and push me away."
"I'd succeed in pushing you away." I hissed, glaring at him.
He shrugged and smiled, stepping away. "Ah, well. It was worth a shot. See ya around, greenie." as he reached the door, he turned back to look at me. "Maybe I'll hurt myself again sometime."
It took me a few minutes to calm my pounding heart and steady my breathing, but by the time I had, Clint was back. After Minho, there were a few more kids with scrapes and twisted wrists, but nothing serious and Clint told me I could go ahead and get some dinner.
As I walked to Frypan's, the glade seemed more tense than it had the day before, and I soon learned the reason. Gally. He had apparently started a huge fight with Minho and ended up slicing his arm open.
That was when I realized that I hadn't even bothered to ask Minho how he'd gotten the cut. Listening to the boys talk over dinner, I learned that Gally was to spend the next week in the slammer for what he'd done, and they were saying that Alby had been lenient.
"Hey, greenie." Minho grinned down at me, sitting across the table and digging into his food.
Newt sat down beside me and gave a small smile. "How are you?" he asked politely.
"Fine." it came out more curt than I'd intended.
He winced and Minho laughed, "Woah, she's never that harsh when she talks to me."
"Sorry, Newt." I muttered, pushing food around my plate.
"Don't worry about it." he shrugged, flinging a pea at Minho.
I rose from my seat and grabbed my plate, tossing it into a cleaning bin. "Well, I'm tired, so..night."
"Want to sleep in my room?" Minho smirked cheekily at me and I couldn't help but roll my eyes, stalking off to my hammock.