- Ben -

You had just arrived in The Glade a week ago, and had been assigned the job of a Med-Jack. You didn't find it ideal, but you put up with it. It was quite hot today, which caused you to lounge around on a stool in a heat-stricken haze just outside of the Med-Jacks hut. Soon a giant commotion was set into pace as a bunch of other gladers came running up to you, yelling and screaming. They seemed to be holding an injured boy so you quickly leapt to your feet and ushered them inside, telling them to put him on the bed.

As soon as they placed him there you told them all to leave so you could get to work; to which they reluctently did so. When the last boy finally left the room you turned to the boy on the bed. To your surprise, it was Ben. Walking towards him you noticed that his leg had a giant bump protruding from his ankle, which you could only assume was a bone. Standing infront of his leg you stole a quick glace at the groaning boy before you "Ben, I'm gonna have to put the bone back in place." To this he said a pained "Just do it." Through gritted teeth. You inhaled quickly before speaking "On the count of three, okay?" You paused, waiting for him to nod. You grabbed his foot and slowly started to count "One..." And with that you jerked his ankle back into place, causing a pained scream to escape him "What happened to two and three?!" After giving him an 'I'm-sorry-I-had-to-do-it' smile, he passed out from the pain.

You were sat by the side of Ben's bed for at least half an hour, monitoring his state and changing the bandages on his ankle, when he finally started to gain consciousness. With a loud groan he opened his eyes and looked at you "What happened?" He asked. You stood up and grabbed the bandages from beside you as you started to redress his ankle "Well I'm not quite sure what you did, but I fixed your dislocated ankle." You said pointedly as you carefully unwrapped his bandages and examined his ankle, which was swollen quite a bit. He snorted softly at your words.

After you finished putting ointment and bandages on his ankle you put everything away and went to go leave, but when you did so you felt Ben grab your wrist. Turning back, you look at him with furrowed brows "Ben, what are you-" you were cut off by Ben yanking your arm down towards himself, which caused you to stumble and fall onto his chest. You placed your hands on his chest and slightly pushed yourself away from him, more confused than ever as you looked at Ben who had a goofy smile plastered across his face. But before you could say anything he pulled your face towards him and crashed his lips onto your own. To say the least, you felt blissfully happy as your lips moulded together perfectly.

Pulling away you looked at him in utter shock "What was that for?" You asked breathlessly "You're just really beautiful." He said with the same type of smile he had before, which made you chuckle softly and gently hit his shoulder.

Needless to say, you spent the rest of the day by his side.

- Zart -

It was just another day working as a farmer in the Glade, and luckily on this particular day all you had to do was pick the fruits and vegetables. To most it was a seemingly simple task, but for some reason you were having a very difficult time with cutting the stem off of one squash.

You were struggling with the clippers and the stem for a couple of minutes, absolutely frustrated with your lack of strength to cut the stupid squash stem. Upon hearing a voice from beside you, you stopped all your previous struggles to identify the owner of the voice. Looking to your right you see the smirking face of Zart "Need some help?" You stared at him for a moment, wanting so badly to slap that smirk from his pretty little face, but you refrained and settled on a simple "No" before returning to the stubborn squash. But sooner then you would've liked, you saw Zart's hands grasp yours and helped you cut the stem. "Why do you always do that?!" You yelled at him furiously. Every single time you tried to do something he always came out of nowhere and did it for you. It was nice of him to do so, but you hated how he made you feel incapable of doing your job.

"You needed help, so I helped." Was his smug reply, which angered you even further. All you could see was red as you reached for the basket of fruit from beside you and forcefully threw it at his head, causing him to fall onto his back and groan softly. It took a few secondsfor you to realize your actions, and when you did you audibly gasped as you hovered over him. "My god, Zart. I'm so sorry!" You said as you saw the gash that you had made just above his eyebrow. He chuckled at your words as he reached up to touch his wound, but you quickly grabbed his hand, stopping him from doing so. "Don't touch it." You said as you untied the rag that you always tied to your arm, and started to dab it on the wound.

You immediately stopped your actions and looked downwhen you heard Zart speak "You look so pretty from this angle." this caused a faint blush to spread across your cheeks. "Oh." was all you could say. But that wasn't good enough for him because he swiftly grabbed your face and pulled it down to his, planting a soft kiss to your lips. When you both parted you gently rested your forehead against his "I should let you help me more often."you said asyour breath mingled with his. "I should get you angry more often, because that was hot." was his reply, to which you pushed away from him and playfully hit his shoulder.

Ever since that day, let's just say that you let Zart help you in more ways than one.