A/N: Here's the next chapter! Also, since I don't know Chuck that well, this chapter will probably be short. Sorry.

Nurse Anna motioned for Chuck to sit down in a very big, comfortable brown chair. It was soft, with two plush armrests and was so large it seemed as if it could swallow you whole. Chuck took no time in sitting in it. He smiled as he sunk into the chair, a feeling of safety seemed to wrap around him.

"Let's start at the beginning then," Nurse Anna stated with a small smile as she clicked open a pen and began writing something down. "Do you have any questions before we begin?"

"Why are you always addressed as 'Nurse Anna'?" Chuck asked as he cocked his head to the side, a smile tugging at Nurse Anna's lips.

"It's a sign of respect. However, if you are a friend of mine you do not have to address me as Nurse Anna, you may just call me Anna."

"Are we friends?"

"I would like to think so," Anna replied. "Now, I would like to let you know that nothing you say will leave this room."

Chuck nodded his head, a small frown forming on his face.

"How do you feel about the simulation?" Anna asked, concern written in her eyes.

"I'm not angry about it," Chuck stated with a frown. "Yet, I'm not alright with it either… it's all a little confusing."

"How is it confusing?" Anna asked, the sound of her pen writing across the paper filled the small, comfortable room.

"Well, for one thing I'm upset that we went through all that, but I'm also happy it wasn't real," Chuck explained, Anna nodding her head in understanding.

*Break line!*

Thomas knew he had to talk to Newt. The problem was, he didn't know how to get him alone. It was only the first day, but Thomas had a feeling that if he didn't have a chat with him soon, disaster would follow. Since Chuck had been taken for a session, Thomas had noticed Newt wasn't talking as much. He was just sitting there, on his bed with his eyebrows drawn together as he thought, a frown on his face. Who knew what he was thinking about, but judging on the way he avoided Thomas's eye contact he could take a couple guesses. He couldn't wait any longer. This was something he had to do.

"Hey Newt," Thomas spoke up, drawing the attention of Minho, Alby and Gally. Slowly, Newt looked up from the bed.

"Yeah Tommy?" Newt asked quietly, worry flashing in his eyes.

"Can I talk to you for a moment?" Thomas asked, nodding towards the empty corner in the room with his head.

"Sure," Newt stated, his stomach twisting as he slowly stepped out, his feet touching the cold floor. The moment his bum left the bed a loud, unearthly sound, much resubliming that of a machine gun filled the room, some Gladers jumped up in fighting stances, others dove for cover and some quickly covered their ears, searching for the unholy noise. A quite large and angry looking nurse marched towards Newt, rapidly clapping her hands in his face. With a short yelp he fell back into bed, eyes wide with a touch of fear.

"You will not leave this bed! do you understand me young man?" The Nurse growled, her eyes digging into Newts soul, her angry round red face just inches from his own.

"Yes Ma'am," Newt whispered, the nurse marching away. The room was dead silent.

"That was messed up," Thomas finally stated with a frown, almost every Glader nodding their heads in agreement.

"Was that woman clapping?" Alby asked in disbelief, everyone giving a short glance towards the nurse who was sitting on the edge of the room, watching them with cold eyes.

"No, she was sneezing," Minho deadpanned. "Of course she was clapping!"

"How can she even clap that fast?" Gally wondered quietly.

"Maybe she's a superhero," Thomas stated, everyone turning to look at him with raised eyebrows.

"This is why we still call you Greenie," Minho stated, Newt chuckling quietly as Gally smirked.

Thomas rolled his eyes and turned away, everyone else going back to their own thoughts. Thomas let a frown form on his face once again as he thought. He still had to talk to Newt. It seemed to be getting more and more difficult to do so though… Maybe he should just wait. But no, Thomas knew he had to talk to him. With a frown he turned towards the nurses. Maybe he could ask them to give them a moment to talk… Thomas doubted they would let him leave the bed. With a small sigh he lay down, trying to think of a way to talk with his friend.

*Break line!*

Chuck didn't know why, but he was crying. He didn't want to cry but here he was, sniffling as he hugged his knees. Nurse Anna walked across the room, a small comforting look in her eyes as she hugged him.

"Chuck, I'm going to tell you right now that it's alright to cry. You've been through a lot and the least you should be able to do is let yourself cry," Anna whispered, Chuck nodding his head as he sniffed. Dying, even in a simulation was hard. He didn't even think his sacrifice was worthy of crying over. There was just something about Nurse Anna that made you want to open up and tell her everything… It was nice. After a couple minutes, Chuck had calmed down.

"Are you ready to go back?" Anna asked quietly, slowly Chuck nodding his head. The boy hadn't realized it, but he had needed to cry. He felt so much better too. It was at that moment Chuck realized something… Wicked really was good.

A/N: So, tell me what you think! Remember the crazy clapping nurse because she plays an important part! :P Next on the Therapy session list is Thomas! Also, i'm not going to do any Romance with Thomas for right now. :)