"You're getting your eyesight back kid"

What did he say? Dakota was speechless, he wouldn't have to be blind anymore? Could the creator really give him back his eyesight and why hadn't they done it sooner if they could do it? Well they had fixed up all the griever attacked gladers into one piece and that couldn't have been easy but fix his eyes? Thinking back he had actually gotten to see ones or twice when he were in the glade, like the time Dylan had been stung and attacked him. He had hit his head hard from falling down the stairs and when he opened his eyes, he had been able to see again but it had disappeared after a few hours.

"You serious?"

The guard chuckled and opened the door as someone on the other side called for them to go in, Dakota was quiet surprised as it had been a woman's voice who had called them into the room and not the man who usually took care of all of Dakotas health controls. This woman sounded nice and calm not rough and dominant like the man, Dakota relaxed slightly but the bruising grip on his arm made it very hard to relax. He was forced down onto one of those chairs he had first woken up in and felt his wrists and ankles get strapped to it, his head also got strapped and he quickly found it uncomfortably stiff. The woman turned towards them and Dakota could hear the sound of a pen to a hard surface that was probably a notepad, he sighed and tried to get his body to relax if just a little.

"Subject A17, lost his eyesight at young age from hitting his head, was sent into the trial despise his handicap and came out with unexpectedly good results. Will be given back his eyesight for the next trial to prevent any unnecessary death to him, the subject is said to be the heart of all the subjects"

The heart of all the subjects? The woman must be jacked as she spoke of such weird stuff that he couldn't understand even if he wanted to, Dakota probably just wasn't deep enough for what she were talking about. Many questions flew around in his head from the things the woman had send like what did she mean about a new trial? What good results? What heart of the subjects? Dakota's a human for griever's sake! Not a heart. He scowled but kept quiet, nothing useful came out from talking with the creators just dribble. The woman got of her chair and walked around the chair Dakota was strapped on, he listened intensely as she picked something up from the corned of the room and then turned back towards him. His stomach knotted itself and he swallowed as she walked up so she was standing beside his head.

"This might hurt a little but please don't struggle"

No shit it hurt! Dakota whimpered as his eyes were forced open and then held open by some cold metallic things, his eyes quickly got dry and ashed like there were no tomorrow. He wanted to blink but couldn't be a use of the thing forcing his eyes open, he felt some kind of drop with some unknown liquid drop down on his eyes and that only made him want to blink even more. Another whimper escaped his throat and he tried to shift his body away from the hair but got stopped by the straps, he let out a frustrated growl but kept on wriggling his body in a attempt to get away.

"A17 please relax or I will have to sedate you"

Good do it! Dakota bit his lower lip and made a attempt to struggle even more, the straps dug into his skin but he didn't care. If they would make him pass out if he struggled he sure as he'll would struggle, it would be so much easier if he could pass out and wake up when everything were over. He could hear the woman walked to the other side of the room, picked something up and then returned to her position beside his head. He yelp as a needle like thing was pushed into his arm, he shuddered as the liquid from it sipped out into his arm and made his whole body feel heavy. He stopped struggle and relaxed to make the drug effect faster and it took no more then a minute for him to fully pass out.

….

"Eyy kid…kid wake up…Kiddo!"

Someone were shaking him and not in a very gentle way either, not just shaking him the voice we screaming as if he couldn't hear him. Oh boy he would more then likely go deaf if the man didn't stop screaming soon, both blind and deaf then? Wait, Dakota shouldn't be blind. The woman had fixed his eyes, Dakota hesitated but slowly started to open his eyes. He could see light, blurry but he was sure that it were pair of boots he could see in front of him. Two big hands cuffed his cheeks and Dakota felt his head get turned so he was looking straight into a pair of forest green eyes, they wee glittering with relief and concern.

"Who the shuck are you?"

The man didn't look much like a highly ranked person, he had dirty gray hair and his clothes and face looked much equally dirty as his hair. He had blue jeans that were ripped on the knees, big brown boots and a red,green and yellow checkered button up shirt above a dirty white t-shirt. He hadn't been able to see the creators but he knew that they looked far from similar to the man in front of him which made him questioning where the shuck he were, by the scent he wasn't even in the facility anymore. He groaned as he slowly got up to a sitting position, his back was hurting like it had never done before and as usually Dakota didn't like it one bit.

"Where am I?"

The man looked surprise and a lot confused over the question as he raised an eyebrow, Dakota returned the expression as he silently studied the mans reaction. He had no memories of ever seeing such an old and ugly ma I his whole life, it was worth to save in his memories. The man suddenly started to wave his hands around them.

"What do you mean kid? You're in the Scorch!"

Oh shit

A/N

Aw man, I think I got a little scolded for being lazy and I feel bad for it, to make up for it I will post today and tomorrow :)

I'm really looking forward to tomorrows chapter as it was the funniest chap to write xD