A whole week had passed since her little breakdown and Vivienne tried to keep herself busy. It remained easy. She was still in charge of the project, because Gally had his own which he had still kept a mystery from her or others. Vivienne thought of asking Alby what it was all about but decided that in time Gally would tell her himself. She just needed to be patient.

With every passing day she along other Gladers thought of a possibility of another girl arriving in the box. If she were to be honest she desperately wanted to have a girl-friend. She adored guys but they could be so clueless sometimes. Besides, she needed a girly advice she doubted she could ask the guys. Yet, the thought of another kid being thrown into this mess petrified her and if it were up to her the box would never arrive again – at least not with a child in it. She also decided against giving the Creators benefit of the doubt, which meant she refused to get her hopes up. Whatever their next moved was she was not going to let them disappoint her.

She also made sure to spend lots of time with Legend, Newt, Fry and even Minho – peculiarly she had a soft spot for the grumpy and sassy shank. The runner still kept thinking of the perfect nickname. She saw him look up to Ben for advice, but the blond – to her surprise - didn't share any ideas for which she was glad. She let the disquieting moment between them slide, not letting it bother her, yet remained wary of him, avoiding alone moments just in case.

"Tomorrow new Greenie comes up, you excited, Greenie?" It was one of those rare days when Alby had time to clamber out of his secret hideout.

"I don't wanna get my hopes up, but at least all that Greenie thing will stop."

"To be fair, Love, barely anyone calls ya that," Newt laughed, chewing his bread. She hit him with an elbow for the lack of manners.

"Speaking of... Minho, how is that nickname thing working out for you?" She practically laughed in his face. He frowned, holding her gaze and when her entire focus was on his mahogany eyes, he grabbed a sandwich off her plate. "Hey!" She squeaked.

"It's good, babe," he smirked and took a huge bite.

"Babe?" Vivienne wasn't the only one staring at him know in shock. Newt raised an eyebrow, while Alby frowned with a glare that would normally terrify Vivienne – it was a good thing he was not the one she was concentrated on.

"What?!" A piece of lettuce fell out of his mouth, and Vivienne made a gagging noise in disgust. "He can call you Love and I can't call you babe?" Minho pointed at Newt and Brit raised his hands in defeat, letting her know she was alone in this fight. Shank. She quickly thought of a snarky remark.

"I just thought oh-so-mighty-Minho could do better than that," she beamed knowing she got to him.

"You're on."

"And you're repeating yourself," she stuck her tongue out at him, "Like a broken record."

"That's enough, guys. Vivienne, we gotta go to work," Gally chimed in and abruptly walked away, leaving them all shocked. She bid guys goodbye and followed her grumpy supervisor. It'd been a while since his last sudden outburst – if you could even call it that.

"What are you up to?" She walked up to him, trying to keep up with his tempo.

"What do you mean?" He snapped.

"Where do you disappear?"

"There's nowhere to disappear to." Yet, once again he left her in charge of the almost finished project. Something was wrong; she sensed it as she worked. She felt unsettled, and irritated; her limbs hurt more than they usually did during working. It was when she felt a sharp pain in her stomach that she realized what was wrong.

Shuck.

"Vivienne, you okay?" Peter asked, and she wondered if she swore out loud. She shook her head and asked if it would be alright if he took over.

"If Gally complains just send him to me, good that?"

"Good that." She barely heard his reply for she was already walking toward her room. Inside she locked her door and looked for a tiny box, one of many that came up with her, with feminine stuff. She almost forgot period existed and now was struggling to put her pants down.

She somehow managed to make it to medjack's hut. When Jeff saw her, he instantly knew something was wrong. He helped her onto a bed and bombarded her with questions.

"Can you make me tea? A mix of chamomile, lavender, and field horsenail would be superb," she cut him off, the pain helped her impatience get the better of her.

"Not before you tell me what's wrong," Clint demanded, but Jeff moved passed him and prepared the beverage. By the looks of it she needed help as quickly as possible.

"Aunt Flo is visiting," she cracked a smile, but Clint's eyes narrowed and Jeff stopped preparing the herbs. "What?" They were looking at her as if she were jacked in the head.

"I think you got sunstroke, Greenie."

"What? No, why would you even suggest that?"

"Girl, you ain't making any sense."

"I'm just riding a cotton pony," she tried again with no success. Clint got away to mumble something to Clint. "Um, code red?" Nothing. "C'mon, shark week?"

"Trouble, why's that slinthead Peter doing your job?!" Gally burst in with a grimace, and hands glued to his hips. Great, exactly what I need right now!

"I'm... on the rug?" She hoped the builder would get the hint. Oh shank, was she wrong.

"What's with her?" His expression softened as he scanned Clint and Jeff awaiting an answer, but she was the one who gave it to him.

"I'm having painters now," she groaned. "Are you all dumb? Jeff, just please give me my tea." The boy looked scared and gave her the cup with a scalded beverage. She drank it immediately not caring if it would burn her throat. "Refill, please?" She never saw him do anything so swiftly. Gally came up to her and knelt near the bed, his gaze never once leaving hers.

"Tell us what's wrong?" Gally ordered, but this time he sounded concerned.

"I've been trying to since I got here but you guys just don't get it!"

"No, you're rumbling about some shucking painters and we don't have an-"

"I'm on my period!" Probably the whole Glade could hear her outlash. In embarrassment, she hid her face in the palms of her hands. She heard an 'oh' escape Gally's mouth before he stood up.

"I'll just let you handle that," Gally stuttered his reply and left quickly.

"Couldn't have you said that?" Clint murmured, trying to suppress a chuckle, yet it slipped.

"I didn't want to make you uncomfortable," she mumbled the confession and took the glass once again from Jeff. Her cheeks were slowly turning crimson red. She didn't know if it was the embarrassment that caused her to blush or the warmness the drink brought.

"Is there something we can do?"

"Bear with me? I noticed I get irritated very quickly today..." she trailed off too embarrassed to meet their eyes.

"Sure thing, Vi, but if you need someone patient we should just go get Newt," she laughed with them, the tension she feared would stay between them was gone and she bit her lip lightly to stop smiling so brightly.

"I'll be fine. Would you mind if I lied down, though? My stomach is killing me, and it will be a while before the herbs kick in." They both nodded, and Jeff offered to make her more of the mix. She gladly accepted. While she laid on the makeshift bed only two other Gladers visited. She didn't even bother to look up and welcome them. Instead, she carefully caressed her stomach, waiting for the pain to stop. She shut her eyes and listened to chitchats medjacks were making. She had no idea how long she was lying there, but the pain was slowly fading away. She sighed in relief. Her limbs felt a bit numb, eyelids were heavy and shortness of her breath made her sleepy. She gave in to the oblivion.

She couldn't breathe. Everything seemed blue – bitter, cold, colourless – her vision was blurred but she could see shapes. They were calling her name with the same tone of the disembodied voice she heard at the pond.

"I'm gonna take care of you, sister." That one line echoed in her head unwilling to leave her. And she couldn't recall his face. He was a stranger without a face, without even a mask. She hit the glass-wall. There was a glass-wall?

Her fists swung doggedly against the cage she was trapped in. She sensed she was at the edge of losing consciousness. 'Let me out!' The scream languished at the back of throat and she realized her last exhale. Everything faded and blue turned to black.

She was no longer surrounded by characterless figures. She could feel her sanity be taken away, she tried to catch it, try to keep it close and never let go. She knew it was them who took it away. She couldn't say exactly why and she couldn't rethink it for her mind was slipping away and she found herself not caring anymore.

"Greenie?" She knew this voice. She could even attach a name to it. Clint. Realizing her eyes were closed she opened them too abruptly as it turned out. Her eyes were not used to the rays of sunset that made its way to the hut to blind her. "Sorry to wake you, Vi, but suppers ready. Do you want me to bring you some food?"

"No, it's fine. I'll go on my own." She took his hand that he offered to get her up with. Together with Jeff they left to the canteen were most of shanks were already in the middle of their meals.

To change her routine she sat with Peter and the rest of the builders to discuss their progress of the pantry. Any day now they'd be done with it.

"And what then?" Vivienne predicted only Gally would give her an answer, but she had no intention of talking to him. She was tired of his sudden outburst and constant disappearance. At the beginning he seemed as a perhaps future-friend but now he was just being a slinthead.

"Captain my-eagle-of-eyebrows-is-ready-to-take-off will tell you what to do." Minho sat up next to her abruptly making the bench jump slightly. "How you doing, babe?"

"I'm doing great. You, babe?" She put on the cockiest grin she could, while she suppressed her laugher.

"Nah, just starving." His eyes were on his food, but she did not let him steal it this time. Vivienne was thankful he decided to join them, though. She'd been working with the builders for a while and not counting her rocky relationship with Gally she had none with the other co-workers. Peter was nice, sometimes even too nice, and terribly awkward. The rest would follow her orders without a blink of an eye, but she knew it was out of respect for Gally, not her. The only thing she could talk to them about was work and it made her uneasy. She was a chatter-box and sticking to one topic was one of the hardest things she had to do around them. Thankfully, Newt would visit them from time to time and a have a quick chat rescuing her from dullness, and Minho would annoy her after he came back from the Maze – though he could stop stealing her food, true she was skinny, but no for the lack of appetite, besides period made her extremely hungry - and she could always visit Medjacks and help them a bit, or at least beg Fry to let Legend make her tea.

"So nothing new?" She chuckled, when he tried to defend himself with his mouth still full. "You're a disgusting pig."

"But I'm your disgusting pig," he stuck his tongue out, when he finally swallowed, and tried to lick her cheek, but she managed to push him away.

"You'll be Winston's if you behave like this," she threatened, standing up. Legend had less trouble sleeping, when she told him stories or sung to him, but she had one condition – he had to go to sleep early, he was needed in the kitchen by sunrise after all.