A/N: Surprise! a Wednesday update. I though this would be better in it's own update and it will also get the story rolling a bit faster. Thank you guys so much ~ Emma and Sarah

Disclaimer: Don't own the maze runner

Flo PoV

Everything. That's the only way to explain the changing. Everything was running through my mind at a hundred miles an hour, glimpses of my old life that lasted only a second. A hundred faces that I could never hope to name. It was like being in the middle of a cyclone filled with living polaroid pictures, all whipping around my face and blowing my mind out of its right place.

Some distant part of me could register pain, but I was too focused on my mind. I wanted to catch and store away as many of those photos as I could. One photo caught my eye, more than the rest. It was Lizzy. I whispered her name but she couldn't hear me, I said it again louder. She was smiling, laughing, at something, no, someone. I shouted her name, desperate to get her attention before it was ripped out of my grasp, but it flew away before I could see much more. I saw cities, cities with buildings that touched the skies. I saw towns, with churches and clusters of houses. I saw roads, bridges, towers, fields, woodlands. I saw a hospital, no a lab. I saw white-coats and there was the Maze.

The world span and blurred and I forced myself to make it slow. I grabbed at memories that drifted out of my reach. My past was attacking me, taunting me. I saw a girl with red hair, I saw a boy with black eyes, I saw a woman standing over me, I saw a man with his hand on my shoulder. And a frail, thin little girl who pleaded to me with eyes so similar to mine own. Who were these people to me? I wanted to know, I needed to know.

The spinning turned forceful and I felt as though I would pass out, which was impossible, as chances were, I had passed out already and that's why I was here. The memories whipped around me so fast it hurt my head. I wanted to look everywhere, to see it all, to breathe it all in and never forget it again. I was frustrated, I could see nothing clearly enough to fully take it in.

Clarity came and the world focused for a few moments, even in its flickers it was enough. It was enough to understand all I needed to know to escape the maze.

That was when the pain took over. I tried to sit up slowly, but a force I couldn't make sense of lowered me back down. I knew my eyes were open but I could not see anything. I was awake and back to reality, but I didn't know what reality was. The air was too dense, the pain too strong. It was everywhere, a fireball racing through my body, burning through my skin. I felt nothing but the excruciation that flooded my veins. It was like nothing I'd ever known, and it was something I had never wished to know.

I felt so much I could not help but scream. I screamed my throat raw, and my lungs began to pain me too, but the screams would not stop. I was being burnt alive, writhing, in my own pain.

Lizzy PoV

Flo was fitting. Her limbs flailing around with the agony she felt. She would sometimes let out a cry of pain. Jeff started on the restraints, as Clint tried to put a needle in her arm. Thomas held my hand as we watched with fear for her. Newt stood a few paces forward to my left. One arm across his stomach and the other propped up on it, resting his hand against his mouth, as he often did when he was worried. We were all worried. Not everyone survived the changing.

She was covered in sweat, and she had never looked more tired. She showed signs of exhaustion but she was still restless. Her head flicked around, as if she was trying to focus on something that was all around her. Her hands flexed out as if she was reaching for something. I wished I could have seen what she was seeing. I wished I could have understood her. Instead I was forced to stand back, with my arms, that craved her embrace, by my sides.

She was wild; I had never known Flo to be wild. She was always the pragmatic one and now she looked crazed. Her hair was spilling out of its plait and her arms were covered in scratches that she had torn into her own skin. I couldn't watch, but I couldn't take my eyes away. It was horrifying, but if I looked away I might not see her alive again.

Her screams silenced and her thrashing dimmed. She whispered something, I wasn't sure what. Everyone quieted trying to hear what she was saying.

"Lizzy," she said. At the sound of my name my heart leapt. I took a step forward out of curiosity. She no longer seemed as scared; she looked more relaxed despite her thrashing. I walked closer, as close as they would let me.

"Lizzy," she said again, more urgently,

"I'm here," I said through my croaky throat, "I'm here Flo, it's me, it's Lizzy,"

"Lizzy," she said louder, she repeated it again and again, louder and louder. I shouted to her, I screamed, I told her I was here, I was right here. I tried to get closer to her, tried to get close enough to touch her, but Thomas' arms came up around me stopping me from going any closer. She screamed my name and I fought Thomas' grip.

"I'm here Flo! I'm here,"

She went silent. She made no reply. She stopped shaking, and her face went blank.

In that moment I broke. I turned into Thomas and pressed my face into his shirt. I had thought… I was so sure she would make it.

The med-jacks still rushed around her, which gave me hope. Somehow her fitting seemed better than this, at least then I knew she was still fighting.

The quiet in comparison sent chills down my spine.

She screamed, louder than ever before. It filled the room. She tried to sit up, pulling against her restraints with every last ounce of her strength. Her sickening cries pained my ears, but I listened. Her eyes were wide open, but they could not come into focus, it was like she wasn't seeing us at all. Her pupils were fully dilated, I wasn't sure it was even her. But the scream told me she was still in there. I didn't know how strong she was, or if she could push through it all. It seemed to carry on for hours, but it had only been seconds.

Her pain was pain to me. She was my best friend and seeing her go through that, it might as well have been me lying on the bed. At least I wouldn't be as concerned if I survived, had it been me. But it wasn't me. It was her. She was on the brink of dying, and all I could do was stand and watch.

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