AN: Sorry I took longer to update on the last one than I normally do. I made this one a lot longer to make up for it. Read and review :) Happy New Year!

Twelve

I was dreaming. Probably, I mean, what else could it be? There were no hallways in the Glade. At least, it looked like a hallway, and there couldn't be any that looked this nice. Everything was sort of hazy. The fluorescent lights were bright, almost blinding. I was running, but I was laughing. What the hell was I doing, playing tag? I heard someone running behind me, laughing as well. At this point it became clear that he (the laugh was to deep to be a girls) was either my best friend or a serial killer. Who else chases someone down a hallway? Every aspect of this completely weirded me out.

"Thomas!" I heard myself laughing as someone caught me around the waist. Best friend it is. I guess. He spun me around and I saw his face. Thomas (I assumed) had brown hair, blue eyes, and looked about sixteen years old. He was taller than me, but I couldn't be sure of his height. He laughed. He leaned on the wall behind me and leaned closer.

"You're it" he said. Wow, okay. I guess I was playing tag. A shout came from down the hall.

"Oi! Hands off!" Thomas and I turned toward the sound. It was Newt. He walked over to us. Thomas moved back off the wall. Newt leaned against it where Thomas had been and sent him a playful glare, slinging his arm around my shoulders.

"Stop trying to bloody seduce my girlfriend, mate," he laughed. Thomas looked at me, smiling.

"Newt, can I ask you a question?" He said. Newt looked confused. It was kind of adorable.

"Uh, of course, what?" He said.

"How can you love someone with such horrible taste in men?" Thomas spoke. Then he ran off down the hall. Newt registered what he had said, then ran after him. I laughed again. God, I was doing a lot of laughing.

The scene changed. Then I saw Thomas again. This time he looked serious, and it scared me. It made him look like a completely different person. One who wouldn't hesitate to kill, his blue eyes glaring at something I couldn't see.

"Thomas" I said softly. Then Thomas faded away. The fluorescent lighting was getting brighter, I only saw white.


I breathed in sharply. I woke up in the Med Jack tent. I think. It felt different than my room. It was dark. My eyes were closed, I'm an idiot. I thought back, remembering Thomas's face clearly. I wanted to, I felt like he was important.

"Thomas." I muttered. Suddenly I heard a voice that couldn't have been more than a few feet away from me.

"What was that?" Someone questioned. I gasped. It was louder than I would've liked. My eyes opened. It was actually dark outside, the tent was lit up. This was confusing, I thought it was the middle of the afternoon. I must've been out longer than I thought. I pushed myself up and sat on the edge of the cot.

I turned my attention to the boy who had spoken. It was Gally. Of course it was. God, he's like a stalker. There's no way all this shit he does is coincidental. He was sitting in a chair almost right next to my cot.

"What are you doing?" I asked, irritated. Gally frowned.

"Standing guard. Why, were you expecting lover boy?" He smirked, raising an eyebrow. I ignored him, frowning. "Now what did you say?"

"I don't remember." I lied. He scowled. "Guard?" I asked. Now I was seriously confused. Gally gave me a funny look.

"Liz, you've been asleep for a couple days. The new Greenie'll be up in a little over a week." He said. I stared at him. A few days? I'd been unconscious for that long? I frowned, confused. I thought it was just a fever.

"What?" I said. He rolled his eyes. I must not have heard him right. I couldn't have been asleep that long.

"You deaf, Goldilocks?" Gally snarled. "You were practically in a coma. Scared your little boyfriend half to death." He smirked at that, and I scowled at him.

"He's not my boyfriend." I argued.

"Oh," Gay grinned. "Did I hit a nerve?"

"I don't like him. That way." I said. Gally gave a short laugh and leaned back in his chair.

"Of course you don't. But you wouldn't be reacting this way if you didn't. Now would you?" He said smugly. I glowered at him. "Aww, and you're afraid he doesn't return your feelings." That wasn't something I wanted him to know. It would be a hell of a blackmail. Unfortunately, it was clear he already knew. Or at least, he thought he did. I stared at him.

"I don't think-" I started. I stood up and so did he.

"You're a horrible liar." Gally cut me off. "Hate to break it to you, sweetheart." I imagined punching him in the face. I felt my fists clench. Gally glanced down at my hands and smirked. I hated that smirk, he'd been doing that a lot lately. I think he could tell it was getting on my nerves. "You've proven my point." He said. "Stay here, I gotta go get Jeff." He commanded. I started to move towards the exit, but he blocked me and shoved me back down on the bed. "I'll be back." Gally left the tent.

I wanted to punch something, preferably Gally's face. I need to punch something. I glanced around the tent, but everything looked breakable to me. I sighed and laid back down on the bed. How could I have been asleep for so long? I figured I was sick, but I didn't think it was that bad. I guess I needed more rest than I thought. I probably needed to take another shower too.

Gally walked back in with Jeff. They walked up to the cot. Jeff stood in front of me and Gally reclaimed his chair. Jeff handed me a sandwich.

"Figured you might be hungry." He said.

"Thanks." I replied, taking the sandwich. Jeff was right, I was starving. I ate slowly though.

"I'm just gonna look you over, make sure you're good to leave." Jeff started. "Does anything hurt?" He inquired. I shook my head, my mouth was full of my sandwich. He held up his hand. "How many fingers am I holding up?" He asked. I swallowed, smiling.

"Four." I said.

"Can you stand up? Walk around a bit?" Jeff requested. I did. I felt stupid, but I did, walking to the entrance to the tent then back.

"Well, your vision seems normal, you seemed fine moving around. You said you didn't feel any pain?" He asked. I finished my sandwich.

"No, I'm fine." I said.

"Just don't do anything that'll put to much strain on you." Jeff stated.

"Alright. Hey, what time is it?" I asked.

"I don't know. We're in the middle of dinner though, I'd head over. Everyone else is probably still there." Jeff answered.

"Thanks, Jeff." I smiled. I looked over at the chair. "Gally." I nodded. I turned to leave for dinner and they left with me.