She noticed a slight limp in the boy's step as he helped her walk across the grassy grounds toward the med-hut. She was curious but didn't ask about it.
"How was it working in the kitchens?"
"I guess it wasn't too bad," she said softly.
"I think you might be able to join us working in the gardens tomorrow then. You seemed to be efficient with a vegetable knife. We're gonna be doing some weed work and pruning so that should be easy for you," he said lightly.
She felt herself tense up at his mention of a knife. She felt the bump of the one beneath the sole of her shoe and tried to quickly change the topic,
"You work in the gardens?"
"Mostly. I help here and there. Whatever is needed."
"Can you do that?"
"Well usually the gladers stay at one job but I.. uh.. I've been a special case. It's good to choose the one you're best at though."
She wasn't interested. She was determined she would be leaving soon. But for now she decided to play along lest she caused any suspicion.
When they arrived at the med-hut they found Clint and Jeff busily organizing stacks of fresh bandages.
"Hey lads, brought Greenie here to get her checkup."
"'Ey Newt! Greenie! You're in luck. We got some good bandages restocked for you. Don't need to use those leftover rags anymore." Jeff came over to where she now sat with a clean bundle in his hands.
Her leg looked much better. Most parts of the wound had just scabbed over and she got a sturdier layer of bandages protecting the tender parts.
"Do you know how I got this?" She asked looking down at the healing wound. Newt looked down at her a few steps away.
"Your cut? You don't remember then?" He asked back with a frown.
She shook her head so he continued,
"Well, we don't know. You came up like that in the box. You were unconscious and bleeding like crazy..."
"Yeah, Greenie, we thought you were dead at first!" Clint said without looking around from stacking the rest of the supplies.
She felt disturbed. What had happened to her? Had she done this to herself by accident? She felt her stomach drop again with unease. So many questions she could not find the answers to in this place.
Just then there was a shout from the outside.
"Clint! Jeff! Emergency!"
The boys rushed out. Newt stayed with her but craned his head around to look through the sparse wall. They soon came back with Alby and Nick, along with two other boys she had not yet met. A bulky blonde boy with short blonde hair and a boy with jet black hair who was bleeding on the side of his head.
"I'm fine you shanks. It's just a scratch," the boy reassured them following behind him.
"Shut up, Minho. You got hit in the head by a shuckin' plank. You might have a concussion, man," it was the unfamiliar blonde.
"I feel fine, Gally. It didn't hit me straight on the head. There must have been a nail in it or something for this" the boy said calmly, pointing to the trickle of blood that now traveled down to his chin. He had broad shoulders and was sweaty. He wore a kind of harness across his chest and a brown watch on his right wrist. She noticed him as one of the runners she saw coming out of the maze the other day.
He sat down on the empty bed opposite the one she was at and let Clint go straight to work tending to his head. It was then that he noticed her,
"Ah shuck, first time I meet the greenie-girl and looking like this!" He laughed. "Sorry, Greenie, name's Minho. I'm usually the best-looking one here when I don't have blood on my face."
"Oof. Must have hit his head hard. What happened?" Newt approached him with a wide grin and gave him a soft thud on the back.
She acknowledged his introduction with a small shrug in her shoulders and a shy smile.
"Ben was fooling around with one of the builders under that part of the tower being patched up and a plank fell. Minho tried to get them out of the way," Nick answered.
"Heroic shank," the short-haired blonde commented. She gathered his name was Gally from how the other, Minho, was calling him. His prominent brows were highly arched making him look quite intimidating despite his smirk.
"Yep, the bleeding is just a scratch across this skin. I've cleaned it but just incase... we should keep you here and have someone watch you. No running for a few days," Clint ordered, finishing up tying the bandage across his forehead. "Not sure how that plank hit you but if you do have concussion you won't be able to judge yourself. Just tell us if you feel disoriented or nauseous anytime till tomorrow. You're sleeping here tonight."
"S'alright mate. You were already quite loose up there; couldn't have made it much worse," Newt patted his shoulder with mocking comfort.
"Still better looking than you, Newt."
"Pretty sure he has more than just a concussion, Clint. Might wanna check him again."
The mood became chipper in the room as the boys laughed and continued to joke around. She never saw so many of them interact in such good humor. The glade had been quite depressing for the most part for her since she arrived. Perhaps that was only because of their recent death that she had missed.
"Greenie, I've set up a hammock for you to sleep in. You can stay here tonight or sleep there. Your choice. Whatever feels comfortable with that leg."
"Oh ok, thanks," she looked towards Alby and gave him a small nod.
"If I dare give my humble advice to our stubborn new Green-bean, I'd say one more night here. We wouldn't want to tangle that leg up in the hammock just yet and a last checkup tomorrow morning," Jeff said, pointing lazily at her leg.
"Mhm," she nodded, wanting to obey whatever he said to be able to walk normally again.
"And the supplies came up today. There was a separate package for you with some clothes in your size," Alby continued.
"For me?"
"Yeah, I left it under your hammock but I'll bring it for you here so you can change. And uh.. Did you remember your name yet?"
"...I.. I don't think so?"
"Well does Lyla ring a bell?"
"what...?"
The boys were all listening now. Looking back and forth between her and Alby.
"Lyla? That's what it said on the box that had your stuff in. Maybe that's your name?"
She didn't know what to say. The name didn't sound familiar to her but if what Alby was saying was true, she couldn't help but also agree that it was a plausible possibility.
"Lyla... nice name. I took you more for a Diana or Emma... maybe even a Katie."
"You just met her Minho. Shut up and leave your bandages alone," Jeff scoffed.
"Well let us know if you get to confirm later, no rush. For now you'll be our Greenie till next month," Minho chuckled.
She gave a short, unsure laugh. It upset her a little that she had to be told her own name. She didn't want to have to be guessing for it any longer. There was nothing for her yet to hold on to; not even the smallest glimpse of a memory. She glanced around the boys. How could they be so calm and... happy? They were trapped here and it was as if it didn't even bother them. She caught the eye of Gally who was observing her openly. His expression was hard to figure out but it didn't come across as too inviting.
"And now that the supplies are here we are gonna go ahead and get going on your bonfire night!" Alby said, disturbing her moment.
"What?" she asked again tensely. Another thing she didn't understand.