AN: Since I'm kind of on the fence with Teresa it might take a bit longer to update, but I promise I'll finish this story. If you can't remember something, just go back and read the whole thing again. There's nothing wrong with that, I promise. Please read and review!

21

My face and my neck were still bleeding. Alby led me towards dinner but I didn't feel like eating anything. How could I, Ben was dead and it was my fault. Granted, he had tried to kill me. That was two people I'd indirectly murdered though, who was to say the Keepers wouldn't decide I was cursed or something and throw me out in the Maze? I stopped Alby before we made it to the mess hall. He turned to look at me. At least, I think he was looking at me. My vision was a bit fuzzy. He hadn't let go of my arm, like he thought I'd collapse if he wasn't holding me.

"I...I-I'm going up to my room." I managed, swallowing hard.

"You should go see a Medjack, you're still bleeding. You gotta stop getting head wounds shank, I want you checked out." Alby said gruffly, dragging me towards the med tent. I shrugged him off and trudged toward the stairs. Every step felt heavy, like my shoes weighed more than I did.

"Hey! No!" Alby protested, yanking me back. Either he underestimated his strength or I was horribly weak from blood loss, because I almost collapsed onto him. Alby groaned.

"Sorry." I muttered.

"Come on," He said, "I don't want to do this, where's your boyfriend?" I frowned, pulled myself off of Alby, and brushed off my shirt.

"Sorry. Again." I stated. I walked toward the med tent. Alby and I walked in and I sat down on a cot.

"Don't move." Alby commanded. "I'm getting Jeff and Clint." At that he rushed out of the tent and into the mess hall. I bit my lip. I was torn between needing medical attention and not wanting them to think I was weak. Unfortunately, I probably looked like I was about to have a nervous breakdown. I stared blankly at the wall of fabric, then turned my attention to my wrists and the bruises that were forming around them.

Suddenly Clint and Jeff appeared in the entrance of the tent, followed shortly by Newt and Alby. Newt took in my bloody and ragged appearance as Clint and Jeff looked over my injuries. Newt looked more upset than I was, and probably would've been able to cheer me up a little if the Medjacks weren't still examining me, unintentionally blocking him off.

"What...who did that to her?" Newt questioned. His glared at me, but I could tell his anger wasn't aimed at me. Alby just stared at me like he was appraising me, deciding how much trouble I was worth. Newt looked at him pointedly.

"Alby, how did she get hurt like that?" He repeated. Alby snapped out of his trance and glanced at Newt before returning his gaze to me.

"Honestly, it's not horrible. It just looks worse than it is." Jeff supplied. "You don't have any life threatening injuries, your cuts are just pretty deep. I'd say lay off for at least a few days, seeing as one of the cuts is on your head. What'd you say happened?" He finished.

"I fell. On a rock." I spoke flatly. The boys frowned.

"That rock must've been one nasty son of a bitch, girl." Jeff said, his disbelief of my explanation clear in his voice. I frowned.

"Several rocks." I amended. Jeff snorted.

"Ben. Managed to find a way out of where we had him. Crazy shank lunged at the first person he saw. Didn't even know he was up till she screamed." Alby answered, his voice vapid and toneless. "I'm surprised Frypan didn't realize one of his kitchen knives was missin'." All three of the other boys looked at Alby in mute horror. He didn't seem to notice their reactions.

"Where's Ben?" Newt asked. His voice was dangerously quiet.

"Shot him. Put him out of his misery." Alby replied gruffly. "He broke the rules. He was too far gone."

"What, someone gets punched and you shoot the guy who did it?" I joked. "That seems fair." Newt frowned. Alby seemed oblivious to the fact that I hadn't been entirely serious.

"Nah, you punch someone the most you'll get is a night in the Slammer. The first time. The rule is "never harm another Glader". You break the rules, you face the consequences. End of story." Alby provided. He turned away from me and started having a conversation with Newt, and they took a few steps back to be out to of hearing range. They kept glancing at me nervously. I bit my lip in pain, wincing as Clint pushed up my sleeve to get a better look at the teeth marks in my shoulder.

"Well the good news is none of his teeth are in there." Clint said. I glared at him.

"Sorry." He apologized. "Just trying to diffuse the tension."

"Might have a concussion on top of all these cuts." Jeff stated. I bit my lip in worry. Newt and Alby stepped closer to us, having finished their conversation. Alby looked like he was studying me, trying to decide if I was about to have a mental breakdown. I didn't look at any of them, opting instead to focus on the loose threads surrounding the new hole in my jeans.

"Looks like you're in the clear for now. I want you to take it easy for a bit and to come check in after tomorrow so we know you're healing alright. Okay?" Jeff reported. I nodded stiffly.

"Hey." I shifted my gaze away from my probably ruined jeans to look up at Newt. "It's alright, love. You're safe now. Try to relax." He seemed like he was trying to convince himself more than me.

"Dinner?" Alby suggested. I nodded and left the tent, the rest of them not far behind.