"Are you bloody kidding me?! Minho you shuck!" Opening her eyes, Gen found herself facing Minho, still wrapped in his arms. She could swear she could hear yelling, "Minho!" It called once more, shifting in Minho's hold, Gen rubbed her eyes, That voice...Oh no. Pushing Minho away, Gen sat up, causing Minho to quickly opened his eyes, staring at her like she was insane,

"What was that for?" He asked, slowly sitting up to look at her, Gen however was frozen, staring at the shadowed figure that was watching them with a not so impressed look on his face

"What are you doing in here?" Newt asked angrily, his attention focused only on Minho, who held his hands up in defence,

"Simmer down, Newt. Alby put me here." He explained with a smile. Newt then looked to Gen,

"What?' She muttered with a slight frown. Newt stared at her before he stepped back, opening the cage door with one hand before he stormed off. Minho and Gen exchanged looks before they headed to the opening,

"What's his problem?" Gen asked as she climbed out of the Slammer, turning to hold out her hand to Minho, who took it.

"You." He replied as Gen helped him out. "Alby told me what he did."

"What do you mean?" Gen asked, placing her arm around his waist and allowing Minho to wrap his around her shoulders.

"You know, tackling you. Not letting you enter the Maze. Apparently no one has seen him so angry. Guess you really hit a nerve, hey?"

"How is that my fault?" She retorted. Minho laughed lightly,

"Because, you're his Greenie." He said, "Each month someone gets tasked with getting the Greenie. Newt got you. Last month, Alby got Adam, the month before that Frypan got Jonah and so on." Minho explained as they slowly walked towards the Med-Jack building, "If anything happens to you, it's on Newt."

"Why did he get so lucky?" She smirked in reply. Minho shrugged,

"He called dibs." Gen couldn't help but laugh at his statement,

"I don't believe you." Minho smirked,

"Wise choice. It was just his turn to take the Greenie." He said, "Where are you taking me?" Gen looked at him, raising her eyebrow,

"Where do you think, I'm taking you cripple?" Minho sighed irritably, looking ahead with a dull expression- he really hated seeing a Med-Jack apparently. Leading him into the building, Gen sat him down on one of the handmade chairs that sat in the corner before she stepped back to look at him, "Move from here and I'll find you." She smiled, her eyes flicking down to his ankle before back to his eyes.

"So, I'm a little slow at the moment, so what?" He smirked, "Could still outrun you any day." Gen rolled her eyes, turning her back on Minho and moving towards one of the shelves, "What are you doing?" He then asked, his tone becoming more serious,

"I'm just getting some cream to stop the swelling." She said picking up a white cream before turning back to Minho, "Show me your ankle."

"No."

"No?" Gen rolled her eyes at the stubbornness that was Minho, "Are you serious?" Moving towards him, Gen kneeled down in front of him, "Are you just going to deal with the pain by yourself? Convince everyone to become your crutch?" She asked. Minho shrugged,

"Who do I have to convince if I have you?" He replied charmingly. Gen watched him for only a second before she looked down a small smile crossing her features,

"I won't always be here. I have other people that need me." She said crossing her legs and pulling his leg onto her lap,

"Who says that they need you more than I do?" Minho scoffed as Gen took the bandage off and started to rub the cream onto his ankle,

"I did a few seconds ago if you were paying attention." She smirked, her eyes fixated onto his ankle, "Big muscular guy like you'll be fine." Minho was silent, his arms crossed as he watched her. At least he was being cooperative, she had actually heard many stories from Clint about what it was like trying to deal with Minho. On one occasion, Minho had a rather nasty cut on his forearm that required stitches. Long story short, Minho wasn't exactly cooperative as he was at the moment and ended up breaking his nose. Completely on accident of course, but it did end with Minho spending a night in the Slammer. Once the cream was applied, Gen stood up, turning her back on Minho once more to retrieve a new, clean bandage. After a short pause, Gen spoke once more, "Do you think Newt will forgive me?" Gen asked lightly, her hand lingering on the bandage as she waited for Minho to respond,

"He already has." Turning back towards Minho, she raised her eyebrow,

"What?" He muttered and it was then she realised it wasn't Minho who spoke in the first place. Turning to the door, Gen set her eyes onto the shaggy blonde himself, who was leaning on the doorframe, his eyes locked onto her and Minho,

"I would like to remind you about the last rule." He spoke in a matter-of-factly tone of voice that made Minho laugh,

"What? Jealous, Newt?" He asked with a smirk. Gen shot him a dirty look,

"What would Newt be jealous about, shuck?" She muttered, "Jealous about not being a slinthead who doesn't listen maybe?" At that moment, Gen heard a small involuntary chuckle from Newt, turning back to him, Gen narrowed her eyes, "What are you laughing at?" She hissed, "Don't get me started on you." Newt raised his eyebrow,

"Nice to see you're in a bloody cheerful mood."

"You locked me in the Slammer."

"You broke the bloody rules." Newt retorted. Gen took a small breath before she turned her attention away from Newt, she didn't mean to snap, but she had no idea just how difficult following the rules could be, especially when she had the choice of saving someone's life and obeying the rules of the Glade. Kneeling back down in front of Minho, Gen started to wrap his ankle, growing steadily uncomfortable within the silence, she could feel Newt's eyes watching her, but chose to ignore him. However, as soon as she finished with Minho's ankle, Newt cleared his throat,

"What is it?" Minho asked on behalf of Gen, a mischievous smirk on his face as he locked eyes with Newt, who ignored him, instead moving into the room. Gen stood, looking over her shoulder at Newt who was at least a head taller than her,

"Can I talk to you?" He asked, his eyes locked onto her, giving her the feeling that she had no other choice but to go with him. Looking back at Minho, Gen gave him a small nod before she looked back to Newt,

"Alright." Pushing past Newt, Gen headed for the door, Newt close at her heels and as they exited into the bright sunlight, Newt grabbed her wrist, pulling her to his side,

"I won't bloody apologise for what I did." He said, his tone wasn't angry, or serious, it was just normal, the same tone he used when he normally spoke. Gen watched him, listening to every word her spoke, "Like it or not, I saved your bloody life." He said, pulling her hand away from him, Gen took a step back,

"I don't know who I am. I don't know who I was. It's been two days, Newt. So forgive me if I'm not the perfect Glader." She said her eyes boring into his, "I don't expect you to take it easy on me, but if the places were reversed and it was you in the Maze and not Minho, I'd have still picked you in a heartbeat. No question." Newt gave a small nod, his eyes falling to his feet, "Maybe I just don't understand... but why can't you just understand that no, I won't say I'm sorry for breaking the rules and if the time comes that I need to do it again. I will."

"You're far too bloody innocent and good to be here." He said, "People die, Gen. The sooner you learn that, the better off you'll be." Looking at Newt, Gen gave him a soft smile,

"Since when is innocence a crime?" She asked. Newt shrugged his shoulders,

"I guess I'm just not used to seeing it in the Glade." Gen tilted her head at him, listening carefully as he continued to speak, "Alby has given me instructions..." He muttered, "Regarding what happened this morning."

"What are they?" She asked. Newt took a small breath and something told Gen she wasn't going to like what he was about to say,

"Alby has given specific instructions for me to ensure that you and Minho are not alone together unless for extreme medical conditions where you are to treat him." He sighed softly, rather embarrassed at the new rule. Gen stared at him in disbelief,

"Really? We share a room." She argued. Newt shook his head,

"Alby said you're sharing with me now." He muttered back at her. Gen turned on her heel, heading back to Med-Jack building, "Where are you bloody going?" Frowned, following her back into the building where Minho was still sitting on the chair, his eyebrows raised as they entered,

"I'm saying goodbye to my secret lover." She replied sarcastically, turning to face Newt who rolled his eyes.

"Who's your secret lover?' Minho asked, his eyes flicking between them. Gen looked at him with a serious expression on her face,

"You are." She answered,

"Sweet." Minho grinned, winking at Gen which did not help her situation at all, "Guess that explains why we're roomies." He added.

"Ex-roomies."

"What?"

"Yeah." Gen began, "I'm sharing a room with Newt now." She replied. Minho gave Newt a mock look of sadness,

"You jealous shuck!" He cried at Newt who was clearly just about over Minho altogether, "Stealing my girl now? Find your own!" Looking back at Minho, Gen grinned,

"We were just never meant to be." She replied dramatically,

"Are you bloody done yet?" Newt finally gave in, taking a calming breath, "It was Alby's rule not mine." He added, "By the way, Alby wants to see you." Newt said before he turned on his heel and headed back out the door, leaving Minho and Gen alone for the last time.