●| DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN MAZE RUNNER AND/OR PERCY JACKSON |●
●| THOMAS #10|●
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The room was much colder than outside, so cold that the feeling of death and ice crept down my spine. The room was sterile and lifeless, white sheets stretched indifferently on thin mattresses and misshapen pillows propped up against the grey wall.
I always hated hospitals, although I didn't remember what hospital I had been to or why I had been there. But the stench of misery and dread of the maze's medical facility brought up flickering flashes of maddeningly vivid images.
I cleared my throat uneasily. "Anyone here?" I called, my voice high (Why was it that high? My voice broke ages ago. Not that I remember it specifically, thank God) and clear.
A clatter jumped unexpectedly from behind a baby blue curtain.
"Ow! Klunk! Clint? Is that you? You shank, you made me drop all the citrus fruit! Now I'm going to have to clean that up! Uuuhhhgg!" A shout came out from behind the curtain.
The shadows dotted the curtain as a hand ripped the curtain aside and a dark head popped out.
Jeff was a rather ugly fellow, his brown face dominated with a nose that looked; shined and smelled like a lemon (Literally, he had both a lemon shaped nose and was at that moment holding a lemon to his nose).
His eyes went wide with embarrassment as he stuttered "Oh, Thomas. I thought you were Clint."
Although Clint was the Keeper of the Med-Jacks, I was relieved it was Jeff. Because if I entrusted this momentary secret with Clint, it could cause some mistrust between the Keepers. Keepers are supposed to have no secrets between other Keepers.
"No, it's fine. Actually, it's not fine. You see there are two people outside who require medical assistance..."
He quickly set the lemon down. "Then why didn't you start with that! No time for chit-chat then!" Jeff started to march towards the door. I stretched my arm out to stop his way.
"Well... these people, they're... different, " I began, wanting to say this slowly and not just blurt out the fact they were Greenbeans who didn't come out of the Box. And that one of them happened to be a girl. Jeff stared at me impatiently.
"Then they need special treatment? Okay, let me first see them," Jeff pushed my arm away and quickly burst into the sunlight.
No more than a second later, Jeff was doing some form of an Irish jig backwards as he toppled backwards. He, in general, looked like a fish. His nostrils flared, his eyes were bigger than his nose (If that was possible) and spasmed like a fish out of water.
"W-w-wa-Shuck it! What the klunk was that?" I opened my mouth to reply stupidly 'A girl carrying her boyfriend', but I was cut off. "I know it's a girl, Thomas! Why the shuck is she here?! How did the Box not -"
I, as quick as I could, despite his thrashing, clamped my hand over his mouth. After a few minutes, Jeff stopped his flopping and his nostrils calmed. "Slim yourself nice and calm, okay, Jeff? These are some shanks I found in the Maze. I don't know who they are exactly, but I do know that they need our help. We don't want you to be screaming about this. They need you to heal the dude over there before the craziness about this erupts all over the Glade," I said slowly, staring meanfully at him until I lifted my hand off his face.
Jeff got up cautiously, and took an uneasy step towards them, eyes fixed on Annabeth whose expression was guarded and hopeful. She inclined her head from Percy towards the med centre and one of the unoccupied cots she spied through the open door.
Jeff started, remembering that there was a sick person who needed help. He guided Annabeth up and through the door and placed Percy on the bed furthest from the door.
Annabeth and Jeff then shared a quick, hushed conversation that came to an abrupt end as Jeff rushed behind the curtain to fetch the Grief Serum.
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