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"Alright, get the syringe." Clint ordered as he held a thrashing Alby in place as best he could. "Fill it with the anti-venom and then inject him."

I steadied my shaking hands and grasped the bottle of brightly colored anti-venom, sticking the needle in the top and pulling gently on the handle.

"Okay, now be careful. He's fighting." Clint warned as I stepped close, flicking the syringe to get rid of any bubbles. "There ya go, nice and easy." he coached as I slid the syringe into Alby's arm as gently as I could.

"Great job, Mae." he smiled. "Now get that clear bottle I lay out and a new syringe." I nodded and threw away the used needle before filling up the new one with the clear liquid.

Clint grabbed onto Alby tighter and pressed his knees onto Alby's legs to keep him from kicking. "Other arm." he commanded, struggling with the strong boy.

Almost instantly after I gave him the second shot, he stilled and seemed to fall into a more peaceful sleep. "You did a great job, Mae."

"I wouldn't have known what to do if you weren't here." I shrugged.

He shook his head with a light chuckle, releasing Alby. "Don't be modest, we both know you'd have done just fine...which is why I want to suggest to the other Keepers that you be the Keeper of the Med Jacks."

"What? Clint, no. I couldn't."

"Mae, you're better than me now. You take care of more of the boys. Shuck, there've been times when I'm working and boys will ask for you instead." he smiled sweetly. "I want you to be the Keeper. God knows it'll make my life easier."

I smirked and crossed my arms. "And what about my life? I need time to myself ya know."

He rolled his eyes and scoffed. "You mean you need time with Minho."

"Eh."

We met eyes and burst out laughing, before Clint stopped and cleared his throat. "Well, I'm gonna head over to the Gathering and suggest it, okay?"

I heaved a deep sigh and shrugged. "Alright...I'll watch him." I nodded over at Alby.

"Good that. Be careful." I agreed and waved as he left the hut.

As I cleaned up the syringes and empty medicine bottles, the alarm blared loudly and I glanced over at Alby nervously before running outside to see what happened.

The boys were crowding around the box and I barely saw Newt jump in. "What in the world..." I muttered.

I looked over my shoulder and sighed, choosing to stay with Alby in case anything happened. Not that I'd actually know what to do if something DID happen, but it was better safe than sorry...should I have a weapon?

There was no way I'd be able to restrain him by myself if he woke up and that worried me. Maybe I should get someone to help me watch him...just as I was about to do so, the door opened with one of the boys carrying a body. He was quickly followed by Clint who started shouting orders at him.

He lay the body down on the second "bed" in the room and Clint waved me over. "What the hell." I whispered and Clint nodded.

"That's what everyone's wondering." he then smiled and clapped me gently on the shoulder. "But hey, at least you're not alone anymore."

I lifted an eyebrow and watched the girl. "Too bad she's...in a coma?"

"Yeah, it seems like it." he agreed. "Also, I'm sorry, but I didn't get a chance to ask if you could be the Keeper."

Rolling my eyes, I checked the girl's pulse. "Clint, I don't want to be Keeper. Would you stop?"

"Better just let her do what she wants." a voice called from behind us.

Clint turned and grinned. "Yeah, you would know wouldn't you, Minho?"

He snorted and I heard him come closer. "Yes, yes I would." he stopped next to me but wasn't facing the girl. "How's he doing?"

I turned to look at Alby who was still sleeping quietly. "So far he's okay. He hasn't made a sound since we knocked him out and gave him the antidote."

"Good that." he sighed softly and rubbed my back. "Hey, Clint, you need Mae, or can she have the rest of the day off?"

"Minho," I smacked his chest lightly. "You can't just ask things like that. Especially not when there are two-"

Clint cut me off, "Two unconscious patients? Go on, Mae. Spend some time with lover boy." he scoffed and I found myself rolling my eyes again.

I was laying on my stomach in one of the towers and Minho sat beside me in silence. I started humming a tune I remembered hearing at some time...it felt like so long ago. It felt like it had been an eternity since I'd heard the song, yet I still remembered.

"What is that?" Minho asked quietly as he toyed with a loose piece of splintering wood.

"I don't know. Song I heard once." I shrugged, rubbing my thumb nail into a plank beneath me.

Yelling made me look up and out at the Glade. "What?" I spotted two boys arguing and shoving each other.

Minho shook his head with a noise of disapproval as Newt ran over and pushed them apart, yelling and pointing in the direction of the pit.

I sighed and rested my head on my arms, watching the boys mill about. I tensed when I felt Minho's hand slide my shirt up and run his fingers across my scar.

"What are you doing?" I mumbled, tiredly.

He traced the length of my scar up and down. "Just exploring."

I let out a short bark of a laugh and turned my head so I could see him. "Exploring what exactly?"

"Well firstly, the swamps," he laughed.

I snorted and lifted my leg up to kick him lightly. "You're not exactly one to talk about sweat, Min."

He chuckled softly and paused as a breeze blew by, making a few of my curls flutter into my face. "Second, your freckles. They go all the way down your back. Did you know?"

"No," I snorted. "Haven't really had the opportunity to check out my back lately." smiling, I urged him on. "What else?"

His fingers brushed my scar again and I shivered. "The valley of your spine."

"What else?"

"The hills of your scar."

"What else?"

He lay down beside me and grinned, brushing my hair out of my face. "The fire of your hair."

I pursed my lips and shook my head. "You can do better."

He laughed and thought for a moment, watching me. "Your eyes...they're like the summer."

"Like summer?" I cocked my head to the side.

He nodded, all joking gone from his face. "They're all beauty and truth. They're the same color as the sky, bright blue, flawless. They remind me of freedom and innocence."

I felt my cheeks flush and I looked away from him. "Hey! Minho!"

We peered over the edge of the tower and saw Thomas and a few other boys. "C'mon! It's time to go!" he waved Minho down.

"Time to go where?" I turned to look at him.

He sat up and rubbed the back of his neck. "Well...there's a dead Griever out there..and we wanna take a look at it."

"What." I stared as he got up and walked to the stairs. I immediately followed him and jogged down, keeping up easily despite my back.

He stopped at the bottom in front of the group. "Look, we finally have a Griever and maybe we can figure out how to get out of here with it."

"What are you gonna do, try to revive it and see if it's had a change of heart? Great idea Minho, maybe it'll lead you to an exit." I snapped, crossing my arms angrily.

He clenched his jaw and put his hands on his hips. "I don't understand you! A few seconds ago you were happy and now you're pissed at me."

"A few seconds ago you weren't about to go and dissect a Griever!"

"Yes I was, you just didn't know about it!" he realized his mistake as soon as he'd said it.

The other boys realized it too and a couple of them winced or ooh'd. "And let me ask you, were you ever going to tell me?"

"Yes!" he snapped. "Probably!" he sighed in defeat. "Hopefully not."

"Oh that's it Mr. Poetry, I'm going too." he opened his mouth to protest, but I was already jogging towards the doors.

He caught up quickly, "Mae-"

"And don't talk to me either!" I growled, speeding up and running beside Thomas instead.

As soon as we entered the Maze, I fell silent and wouldn't look anywhere but ahead. Thomas and I remained at the same pace and found the Griever quickly. I panted softly, staying beside Thomas as we peered at the crushed beast.

Only a few legs and gooey bits were hanging out from between two walls and one of the boys coughed, "Okay, that's disgusting."

Thomas leaned forward. "There's something in there." I cocked my head to the side and tried to find what he saw.

"You mean besides a Griever pancake?" Frypan scoffed and I held back a smile.

Minho exchanged looks with us and then stepped forward, "Woah, woah, woah, woah, what are you doing?" the blonde boy asked.

He looked back at us and then reached forward, into the crevice. He began to pull and one of the arms moved with a loud hiss.

"Minho!" I screamed, grabbing him as he jumped back from it.

He held my waist tightly as Frypan said accusingly, "I thought you said it was dead!"

The blonde boy offered, "Was it reflex?"

Another boy stared at him and snapped, "You hope."

"Okay, come on, let's try and pull it out." Thomas nodded, clapping me on the back and urging me toward the thing's leg.

He and I bent down with Frypan and the blonde boy and grabbed onto the metal appendage. "Alright, ready? On three. One. Two." he paused. "Three."

We all groaned and pulled on the thing, I used my entire weight and then, with an almost suction-cup noise, it popped free, sending us sprawling to the ground.

The group clambered up and Minho walked forward again, reaching into the slime and guts and lifted up what looked like an organ with something metal inside.

He looked up at us and then reached inside, pulling out a long metal tube with a disgusting shlicking noise. "Ugh." was the general sound made.

Minho flicked some slime from his hand and Thomas asked the question we were all wondering, "What the hell is that?"

"Okay, whatever it is, can we take it back to the Glade cuz I don't wanna meet this guys friends." Frypan said, looking around nervously.

I nodded, "He's right. It's getting late...and no, you don't want to meet his friends." and with that, I started running back to the Glade, followed closely by the rest.