*Izzy's POV*
I wake up to someone slightly shaking my shoulder. As I open my eyes I realize I fell asleep in the chair in Rose's room. I glance over at my patient and see that she's still out cold. With nothing to do, I glance up at whoever woke me and am slightly surprised to see Alby.
The boyfriend has been with me mostly, right now he's passed out in the chair right next to the bed, but before that he got Gally to give us some alcohol and we had a quick celebratory drink. Everyone around the fire joined us except Alby. He might be still pissed off at me for giving him some major attitude throughout the day yesterday.
"Follow me," Alby says simply before walking out of the room. I glance out the window and see that it's still dark out but morning is getting close. I take another glance at my patient and see that nothing has changed and probably won't for another few hours.
As soon as I'm out of the Homestead, Alby immediately starts walking off and I'm forced to run to catch up to him. But as we continue walking closer and closer to the edge of the Glade, I realize that we're heading towards the names that have been scratched into the wall.
"Normally the Greenie doesn't get to put their name up here until they've proven that they are a part of the Glade. It takes a few weeks normally, but I don't think anyone will disagree that you have more than earned your place here already," Alby jumps straight to the point and I take another chance to examine the wall full of names, as Alby hands me a knife to engrave my name on there. This time, Rose's name jumps out. Both Newt and Minho's names are close by. But also nearby is the name Felix, which is crossed out. Seeing as both Minho and Rose are Runners, it wouldn't be too far fetched to assume that he was too.
"Did they all die in the Maze?" I ask as I run my hand overs Felix's name. Alby doesn't speak and so I glance back at him, causing him to just take a deep breath.
"Felix did. So did a few others. Copper. Robbie," Alby says but I look at the wall again. There are almost 15 names crossed out.
"And want happened to the rest?" I ask and again, Alby is silent for a few minutes, as if trying to figure out what to say.
"The Glade wasn't always like this. When we first came up, chaos and disorder reigned. Finally someone stepped up, Nick," Alby points to a name that's been crossed out. "But some of the others weren't happy with that. They tried killing him and pretty much anyone else. The Glade became a battleground. We fought over the few precious supplies that the Creators had sent up. Gladers were in packs that were spread out across the entire Glade, afraid to run across anyone else for fear of being attacked."
I remain silent this entire time. I figured they had died horribly but I had never imagined this...
"What? No questions now?" Alby asks softly, a small smirk playing at his lips and I laugh softly. But the small but of happiness is quickly gone again once I look back at the wall.
"Come on. This was supposed to be a good conversation, not one that turned so depressing," Alby says as he pulls me lightly on the shoulder and he leads me away from the wall. "I'll have to talk to the Keepers, we'll vote on if you have to go through training for other jobs or if we can immediately make you a Med-jack. And your Greenie Bonfire will be postponed until Rose wakes up. She started the damn thing, she'd kill me if I threw one for the person that saved her life without her."
"Are there no other girls? I spotted Rose's name. But none of the other names looked to be a girl's name..." I put forward and Alby just shrugs.
"You're the only two. Rose came up with the Originals and when boys started coming up in the Box, we assumed... I don't know. Who can guess what the Creators have in store for us?" Alby says as we take a seat in an open-air pavilion. As we sit in a comfortable silence I realize that he's not that bad.
"Was answering my questions really that bad?" I ask with a grin and Alby just glares at me, but I can see a small light in his eyes.
"Don't make me regret everything I'm doing for ya, she-bean," Alby grumbles and all I can do is smile.
"I should go check on Rose," I mention as I stand up.
"See ya," Alby mutters before he takes a long look at the walls. I start the walk back to the Homestead and I glance around the Glade and sigh. Have I really only been here less than 24 hours? It seems like it's been a lifetime.
"Izzy?" I hear a groggy voice call out. I glance at the door of the Homestead and see Newt stumble out, his shirt hastily pulled on and his hair a disheveled mess.
'He looks good,' I think to myself momentarily before breaking outta it. I've known the boy for as almost a day.
"You still in there?" Newt looks at me concernedly, and I compose myself.
"Of course," I try going for a smile, but it's cut off immediately by a deep rumbling, and it's not the doors opening.
"Sounds like you need food," Newt states as he begins to walk forward, stopping right beside me.
"Actually, I was planning on checking on Rose..." I try saying but I slowly fade off at the look that Newt's giving me.
"I'm sure she'll survive the fifteen minutes you take to actually take care of yourself," Newt says before walking off, only turning around when I don't move. "You seriously think she'll get up anytime soon? Even without the arm injury, you gave her more alcohol last night than she's drank the entire time we've been here. She'll be out for at least a few hours."
"Fine," I mumble and I begin to follow Newt until we make it to the pavilion. Alby has already wandered off somewhere and Newt heads into the kitchen, opening up the lock on the fridge. I kinda stand awkwardly off to the side until Newt emerges, two plates and two water bottles.
"Thanks," I mumble as I take a look at the plate. A blueberry muffin, an apple, and water. Sounds simple, but it tastes like heaven.
"No, it's me who should be thanking you," Newt mentions and I just shake my head.
"I..." I try speaking but Newt quickly cuts me off.
"I heard what you said, but I want you to know how grateful I am that you saved Rose's life," Newt says sincerely, his eyes full of gratitude. Does...
Does he like Rose? He and Minho seemed to get along and if Minho is dating Rose... I don't know.
"And if you weren't here, I'm pretty sure there's nothing Clint would've been able to do," Newt finishes, breaking me out of my thoughts.
"Oh, I'm sure he would've been able to stop the bleeding, whether or not he used an actual tourniquet would be the difference," I mention as I take a bite of apple. "I prefer to use other means whenever possibly, I hate having to cut off the limb, I'm sure my patient likes that, too."
I think I realize that I've been rambling on about chopping off limbs while eating when I see Newt put his muffin back down on the plate. Way to go, Izzy.
"So... is life always this eventful here?" I ask, trying to break the awkward silence. Luckily, it seems to actually work.
"No! Normally it's filled with crying and moping around and more crying," Newt mentions and I just chuckle softly. "Then the Greenie goes through two weeks of trying out for different jobs, figuring out what they're best at... Not that hard to figure out for you..."
"Hey, maybe I wanna be a Slicer," I shrug and Newt just looks at me like I've lost my mind. "They're good with blood from what I've heard."
"Right... But I'm never gonna ask Winston to patch me up, he'd just cut me up and give me to Frypan," Newt and I laugh at the thought.
"Frypan is the cook... right?" I ask hesitantly and when Newt nods I continue. "Winston is a Slicer. Minho and Rose are Runners... What's Gally?"
"Builder."
"That's right... And what are you?" I ask, Alby is clearly the leader and so he doesn't have a clear position. "You never said."
"Well," Newt clears his throat as he looks down at his plate. "I... I don't have a particular job. I help wherever is needed."
"Like Alby?" I question and Newt just shrugs.
"Maybe..." Newt mentions awkwardly, he looks like he's going to say something, but he gets cut off before he can.
"Izzy!" I hear Minho just as he runs into the pavilion. "She's waking up!"
"On my way," I stand up and grab the water bottle and the uneaten muffin before glancing at Newt, a smirk evident on my face. "'Don't worry! She'll be out for hours!'"
"You're the doctor, you should've told me I was wrong," Newt shoots back, but there's a smile on his face as we toss the plates into the sink and hurry after Minho.