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A/N: Boy it's been a bit, and I keep forgetting to upload. I just keep writing but for the next few days expect more updates.
Chapter Six:
An hour has passed when finally the Doctor Crawford, a few others wheel in a young girl in a bed. She was out cold when they placed her across on the opposite side of the room They attached the child into a IV, then left her to recover.
"Doctor Crawford, is it possible I could be reunited with my friends. They must be worried about me."
"I'm afraid that's impossible, they've been all relocated to a new home."
My heart drop straight into my gut, the feeling of being left behind eating away at me. Tears began to well and clot at my eyes. The miserable wrenching pain in my thoart cuts out a sharp whine. Drip by drip, my eye ducts tear burst open like a damn being flooded.
"They've gone on without me? Shouldn't we've gone as a group?" I whimper like a lost child.
"It was decided to spilt the group's up, making it harder for WICKED to find them," she turn to make my crying gaze. "If it's any consolation, we've found you a nice home, away from all of this."
Wiping the tears off my face letting out a sharp cough to clear clot in my thoart, I moan with melancholy before finally replying,"I figured we'd stay together at lest for a while longer…"
"How about I get you something solid to eat? She offered as the assistant were waiting on her.
Once the room was quiet again, I just let myself take in the everything. We've all grown up together, even if most of it's a blur. I just figured we would at least stick together. With this aching heart it was easy to cry on command. The world is a massive place despite the devastation brought about by the sun. I could travel for the rest of my life and never find neither one of them. Even with the telepathy it too has limits. Anything could happen. This is my fault, all of it. If only I didn't trust Nox, or piss off Gally. Maybe then Louis wouldn't have targeted me. If I was more intact when we escape the Maze, the chance stands we could of left together.
Now I'm alone again. I don't even know who I really am or who I really was. So much about me is shrouded in haze. I'll never be able to truly tell Teresa how feel about her, or be able to listen to Newt's problems. Run with Minho like in the Maze. Eat Fry's cooking or worse of all stand side by side with Thomas to whereever he leads us to. My heart is cracking piece by piece my pillow now drench in tears.
Lying with the onset of depression, I can hear a odd noise across from me. Yet I decided not to pay it no mind, I was far to busy stressing out about never seeing my friends. Pinching the bridge of my nose, I breathe in and out trying to ease the pain in my heart. Before I could inhale, a short figure stood over me staring me in the face, causing me to jerk in fear as the voice came to life.
"Hiya."
"Ahh..." I let out in a frighten tone."The hells wrong with you? Wait how did you break free."
There she was short like Chuck yet lean. She was blossoming into women-hood. She had fair mocha skin with huge humid black hair in two small puffs held by two rubber bands.
"These pucks are sorely mistaken, thinking they could hold me." The short girl snickers before pulling out a small device mischievously as her smile widened.
"What's a puck?" I ask finally sitting up in the bed fully.
"It's Drone slang, I wouldn't let it get to yah." The small girl walked over to the desktop in the far corner of the room and went to work doing whatever she pleased."Now pretty boy, we're going to see what really going on here."
Letting my feet dangle over the edge of my bed, I took a heavy sigh, knowing I might regret prying into these people files. I also didn't like child calling me pretty boy, or anyone for that matter.
Getting up I turn to join her. When I do I place a heavy hand on her shoulder, somewhat spooking her. I guess we're even now. "What's with the interest in these people?"
"If they think they can separate me from my friends, there dead wrong."
"Woah, what do you mean."
"The same thing as you, we came with a group now we're isloated. Something doesn't add up, pretty boy," she said pissed off as she sagged her hips. "Shit there coming, get back to your bed!"
"For a kid, you have a potty mouth." I remarked at her swearing. The small girl lifted her middle finger at me as stuck out her tongue.
Doctor Crawford came in with her staff and main assistant. She didn't look too happy, but she would let her full distain show. Her staff walked over to the girl and surrounded her bed with percision.
"We have so much to contend with tommorow, I want her prep and transferred stat."
They undid her binding that she managed to lock back in as she didn't argue nor complain as they stood her up. She took a long innocent stare at me. "May I say goodbye to my new friend?"
"Sure just make it quick!" One doctor said rolling his eyes.
The little girl ran into my chest and hugged me with all her might, then lean in closer to whisper. "Don't let them find this," the girl chatted into my ear sliding a small device into my pocket. "I'm going to miss you," she yelled aloud to be convincing. Just like that, she was gone with the doctors.
"Someone will be here with your meal in a bit Ross," That's the last I heard Doctor Crawford say.
For a bit I ponder about the device I refused to take out my pocket. What was the importance surrounding this thing? She to stood in my mind for a long while. What was the Doctor referring to about tomorrow. What going to happen to the girl? Some serious red flags wave off as their tone was less the caring. She entrusted me with a duty, I can at least finished what she started. But how?
Ten minutes later a male in a overall uniform walked in and place a plate with food on. Before I could thank him, he had hurried out. As if he was scared of me. I've been getting that feeling off an on, when new people walk into the room. Finally ready to eat, I adjust myself promptly in the bed for comfort. In a spread was just a side of rice with beats. My nose crunch up at the rather pungent smell of beats. The round maroon veggies bring me to scrape them off into a bedside waste bin. I couldn't eat much of the food as the red jucie from the beats ran like a small pool and tainted the mashed potatoes. The yellow rice with black beans, with what I guess might some type of fish, is all I can keep down, everything was tarnished by the beat juice I discarded the remainder.
Taking a healthy sip of water, I start off with doing minor excrise. I did a few situps, but the pain knawed at my spine that I go back to laying down. Still healing I suppose… I lean back, looking at the blank wall, alone! I'm missing the brats company. Clever little wit, soon I ended dozing off without noticing.
I woke sometime later to see if anyone new was in the room. When I got up a familiar face was in the room. Tall, clear defined soft skin, brown long hair. I'd know that body's curvature anywhere? It was Teresa! I ran over to her sleeping body, I thought she was gone? Taking my seat I began to shake her gently.
"Teresa?" There was no response. I shock her a bit harder.
"Teresa…" Still nothing.
"Teresa!" I shouted in fear. "Please wake up. It's me, please just wake up." A small tear drop fell down my face slowly as she lay unresponsive despite her having a steady heartbeat.
Cautious I soothingly caress her smooth skin and unkempt hair. She had the same scent of the Glade. Pine and firewood. Poor Teresa I couldn't imagine what I'd do if she never recovers. So for now I take comfort nuzzling up to her as close as two people can get from a distance. It was nice and she was warm. Eventually I slip my hands with hers. "You're safe now." I mutter to her, kissing her forehead.
"Am I really?" Her voice said, somehow even though she didn't move her mouth to speak. It wasn't even in my head. Just somehow she spoke.
"Yes, just tell me what to do?"
"Could you get clean my face?"
I got up as fast as I could and ran to the little supply closet, in it I found a random cloth and rubbing alcohol. I scurried back to her side as I sat back down to left her head up while wetting the cloth with the rubbing alcohol. Bit by bit I cleaned her smudges and grime gathered from escaping the Maze.
"You look much better." I smile at my work hoping to make her happy somehow even though I didn't understand why her sleeping body would want this?
"Yes much better Ross. I feel so clean and-," she stopped speaking in the middle of her sentence. Just the her face began to melt away in once big pile of goo, only leaving a skeleton. Before I could think I scream in horror as her skull falls into my lap freighting me to death that my eyes shut on inpact. And when I open them again. Somehow I'm screaming and back in my bed. Doctor Crawford barges into the room at the sound, as I can't find her skull anywhere. Not even her body. She's gone again.
"What wrong?"
"Just now- I. I- just and a. Her and the other patient. Skull. Her skull fell Into my lap. And, and, and-"
"Just breathe, it was only a nightmare. Your the only patient here."
"But I. I know what I saw. She was there, the she turn into a skeleton. It was real I'm telling you. I know what I saw," I ramble about not able to breathe. Doctor Crawford was doing her hardest to calm down the issue.
It took an forced injection into my shoulder before I could see pass the alarming status of what I saw.
"It's ok. I promise you, it was only a night terror, it particularly common. There a possibility you're suffering from PTSD. It's a common aliement , that people involved In tarmautic experiences go through." Doctor Crawford mentions after she aware the injection kicked in.
"Like the Maze Trials for instance?" I ask as something lowers my heart beat, I'm slowly gaining composure. There was affirmative nod from her as she carries own back to her own work. I can do for something else then isolation.
At this point I'm dying to stretch my legs and do something. All this waiting around unacknowledged. It's disgusting not knowing what coming next. Then I think back to Curie, prehaps when I'm alone again, I'll seek some answers. I just hope they don't catch me. The more I want to run to the computer and plug in the USB drive the more the staff stays in the room, prehaps they are on to me.
Eventually there a small break from the workers that I'm able to walk around. I stretch more and more working on my legs because they've gotten stiff being bedridden. Once I'm content I stroll over to the huge computer that Doctor Crawford uses, she'd be one person with alot of clearance. The computer booted up as rather quick but that's how the first problem arose. A needed a password. I wasn't even going to attempt such a feat. But Curie is smart just by the look and way she goes about something. I had no intention to give up now. There had to be a reason she gave me this device. That's when I put it to motion and plugged the device in. It took awhile but the screen went black then turn to a profile. The device didn't even register on the computer, suddenly folders that weren't there began to pop up. Something caught my eye a prompt labeled, Storage Unit Feed.
Do I dare click it? There was wasn't enough time to do everything because another file showed up. Location Files. I could find the place my friends been sent potentially reunite with them. But how would I? I had no clue what these people tended for me. It was right there, the answer to my prayers, yet my heart leads me to the live feed. Am I going to regret this?