When Newt came to her chambers next morning, she was already up. At first, he was scared because her hands were trembling uncontrollably. It turned out she was only excited to start her work as a medjack.

"Wake up, Leg." She shook the boy's arm lightly - she'd always start like this - hoping it'd be enough to wake him up. Legend only mumbled something into the blanket, barely moving. Vivianne shared a knowing glance with Newt before she shook youngling again. When this also did not give any positive result, Newt began to swing the hammock.

On their first day, Newt and Vivienne accidentally discovered Legend's gag reflex to any motion in his sleep and used it as their secret weapon every time they couldn't wake him.

"Stop," he told them with pursed lips. "I'm up." He reassured them and stood up. "Let me guess, tea?" He said scratching his eyes with the back of his hand.

"Wouldn't have it any other way," Vivienne told him.

The three of them sat at the small table. Legend had few minutes left before he would have to go, help Fry, so he sat with them.

"Why so twitchy?" He asked Vivienne when instead of drinking her tea she was fidgeting.

"I'm not. I'm just... mildly excited."

"Nice try," Newt chuckled. "But the youngling here isn't bloody dumb. Tell him." She wondered if he meant for her to tell Legend about her day with Cint and Jeff or the work that was awaiting her. She decided to go with the second option. After all, Legend had a big mouth, and Fry was nearby.

"I'm starting my last tryouts for a job today. And since only builders have worked for me so far I'm excited to try something that might turn out just as well."

"Or maybe even better." She turned to Newt with a beam plastered onto her face in a silent thank you.

"You don't think you'll get chosen as a runner, Greybeard?"

"Working in the Gardens was way too hard for me. I bet I'm too fragile for the Maze as well." Not long after Fry called out for Legend and the kid unwillingly went to work.

Clint and Jeff welcomed her eagerly. Not much happened at their hut. They repeated their words from the day before about slicers being the most recent visitors. First two hours were peaceful. Vivienne took this time to reorganize their shelves and boxes. After she was done, she encouraged guys to create a cure of their own. As a result, they created an ointment for swollen limbs.

Just before noon, two slicers came in with few cuts. Soon they were joined by a bruised builder. None of them were seriously injured, so Vivienne was not stressed when she took care of them. She cleaned the wounds, put some gel or ointment on it and wrapped it in a bandage with gauze underneath it.

Yet, around noon more and more Gladers came in. Some, mostly trackhoes, claimed to be sunburned, others had few bruises or said they had an awful headache.

Unlike a few hours earlier when Clint and Jeff only observed Vivienne's worked and sometimes suggested a solution, they were working along with her, patching all the 'slintheads' up. Because of Vivienne's herbs knowledge, they quickly decided what to give to whom.

"What the shuck is going on in here?" Vivienne turned from Peter - one of the builders - to the door, where the voice came from. Alby stood in the 'door frame' with his large palms on his hips awaiting an answer. "Why is there so many of you? You got work to do!" He looked absolutely outraged. Vivienne wanted to calm him and explain why all of them were here, but then she realized that almost half of the Gladers were there and she felt that she understood. They didn't try to defend themselves either. Despite the fact, some of them were not treated yet all of them stood up and left. When they were gone, with a frown Alby told Clint and Jeff to come with him, while Vivienne was ordered to stay at the hut.

Having been left in peace, Vivienne realized just how exhausted she was. She sat on a wooden bed and slowly rubbed her temple.

"Long day?" She looked up to see Newt with a plate in his hand, Legend standing next to him with a brown mug.

"I guess," she tried to smile, but it came out tiredly.

"You haven't had anything to eat since breakfast, have you?" She was given both plate and the mug.

"Thanks, guys."

"Anytime, greybeard," Legend laughed.

"I gotta get going," Newt told them not taking a step.

"Where?"

"Alby announced the gathering. It's about what happened today," he explained briefly. Vivienne nodded too down in the mouth to ask for details.

Then he left leaving her with Legend who indulged her in marvelous stories. He told her how Peter purposely dropped a log so it would damage his calf, or how Fred touched a pot to get his hand burnt, so she would treat it.

"Why would they go through something like that just so I could fetch them?" She asked in disbelief of how ridiculously creepy it all sounded.

"Some of them haven't spoken to you yet. I guess, they took it as their chance." Perhaps he was right. In last few hours, she got to meet at least ten guys, and another ten were waiting for her to help them. Still, the idea of hurting themselves just to talk to her crept her out.

Later that evening she was asked to come to the gathering. Newt, Alby and all of the keepers were already there. Minho was looking up with a smile as if he was very entertained. Unlike him, Newt was looking down at his notes with a troubled expression. Clint and Jeff were avoiding her gaze as well, staring mostly at each other wistfully. Others were either frowning or shaking their heads.

"Greenie," Alby called out to her with an emotionless expression. "All of us here are really sorry for the events that occurred today." Vivienne was taken aback. An apology from Alby was the last thing she expected. "Yet, as we've all feared you became a distraction."

"I-" Vivienne tried to defend herself but he stopped her.

"We know it's unwilling." He nodded to let her know he didn't put the blame on her. "The tryouts are over,"

"But I have another day as a medjack to go!"

"No, we've all decided that starting from tomorrow you're a builder."