"Here she is!"

"Where?"

"There!"

I roll over, why can't Clint be quiet?

"Greenie! Greenie!" My surroundings rumble as he runs up to me.

"Clint... please...," my eyes squeeze tighter, fighting to hold on to my sleep.

"Greenie?! Are you alright? Wake up!"

That's not Clint... I am rolled onto my back and there is red behind my eyelids. I open one eye and see Newt standing above me, "Newt?"

"Greenie, are you okay?," Newt leans over me, concern making his eyebrows furrow together.

"What are you doing here?"

More footsteps come closer... but I'm not in my bed. What? I look down and see leaves and grass. Where am I? I look around and see trees everywhere, What the hell?

"What happened? Is she okay?," I turn and see Jackson.

"Go tell the others we found her," Newt says to him. Jackson looks to me before taking off towards the Homestead.

"Newt? What's going on?," I sit up.

"You tell me."

"Are we in the Deadhead?"

"Yeah, we are. Frypan found me and said you weren't at work this morning. Clint and Jeff said you weren't there when they came to work." Oh... I feel asleep in the Deadhead. "What are you doing here?"

"Oh," I smile sheepishly," I fell asleep out here. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to worry anyone."

Newt drops his head and mumbles," Bloody shank, had me worried sick."

"I'm sorry," I repeat softly.

His looks me right in the eyes, his once simple and boyish face seemed so complex and manly. His eyes were stern, but I knew he was only concerned. We keep our gaze locked for a few second before he turns away," Come on, let's get you back then."

Newt puts one arm under my knees and the other around my waist, and stands up quickly. I wrap my arms around his neck without thinking to keep myself from slipping.

"Oh...," I look up dazed, a heat rising to my cheeks. "I'm okay, Newt. I can walk."

"Just to be safe," he says as he strides through the Deadhead to the Med hut. His arms were strong and he didn't struggle under my weight once. He walks in and Clint and Jeff's eyes widen.

"What's wrong?"

"Is she alright?!"

Newt lays me on the first bed, the one that Nick died on. I try to sit up, but he gently pushes me back.

"Newt, I'm okay. I just fell asleep out there. I'm fine, I swear."

"Just to be safe," he repeats. "Guys, can you just look her over."

"Yeah, sure," Jeff says. "Does anything hurt?"

I laugh," No, I swear! I just fell asleep, I promise."

"No bleeding?"

"No."

"Do you feel dizzy?"

I giggle," No, I feel fine."

"Can you stand?"

"Yes," I stood up," See? Im fine," I twirled around.

Jeff turned back to the others," I think she's okay."

"I told you!"

Clint nodded but Newt still was not convinced," Okay...," he said. "Come one, I'll take you to the kitchen."

I followed him out after thanking Jeff and Clint, "Don't do that again," Newt said pointing his finger in my face.

"I'm sorry! It was an accident."

"I know," he said while escorting me towards the kitchen. "It just..."

"It made you worry."

"Yeah," he squinted his eyes in the sun's light. It was almost all the way up, Wow. I slept for a long time! "Almost had a bloody heart attack." That's actually really sweet...

"I'm really sorry... "

"It's okay. We just had no idea where you had gone, we all look out for each other out here."

"There isn't a very big variety," I smiled. "The Glade is kind of small." Newt huffed in agreement, but he seemed distracted. "Unless...," my eyes turned towards the maze. "You thought I went into the maze."

"It crossed my mind," he admitted. "But I was hoping you weren't jacked enough to do it..."

"Well I didn't."

"That's good," he said as we arrived at the kitchen. "I'll see you later," he turned and made his way towards the Homestead.

Siggy let out a screech of excitement when he saw me," Thank the good maker! They told me you went missing!"

I let out a sigh," I wasn't missing. I was in the Deadhead." How did that one kid hid for three days and they found me in like 3 hours?

"What were you doing out there, avoiding work? I thought you liked the kitchen."

"Of course I do, I just fell asleep. It's not a big deal, sorry to make you do the breakfast and lunch alone."

"Mhmm... Don't worry about it. I've had to do all the meals by myself before," he went back to stirring his pot. "Take this out to the fire pit" he instructed.

"Where's Joe?," I ask.

"He'll be here tomorrow. I decided to have you work breakfast and help prep lunch, Joe will come and take over. to serve lunch and help with dinner."

"Okay, seems fair," I say while stepping outside with the giant pot.

Dinner was slow that day, but it was delicious. I need Siggy to start teaching me how to cook, not just prep.

"Glad to see you're doing okay," Jackson said as he slides in across from me.

"Thanks," I cover my mouth. "But it's not like I was dying or anything."

He shrugged," How were we supposed to know?"

"Aren't you the one who told me the Glade was safe?," I teased.

"Just promise to try and sleep where you are supposed to."

"I promise," I placed my hand on my heart, which earned me a smile from Jackson. I took another bite," I've been thinking, at night, I want to run laps around the Glade."

Jackson looked puzzled," Why?"

"For one, it'll help dry my hair after I shower and two I like it. When I ran the other day, I found it kind of soothing."

Jaclson scoffed," Sounds like a waste of energy."

"I don't know, maybe jogging will help jog my memory," I grin at my own pun.

"Oh that's terrible, Greenie," he says trying to suppress his own laugh.

"I know. I thought I should let you know so that you and the other Baggers don't think I'm trying to run away or something," I take my last bite. "Well I'll see you later, these dishes aren't going to deliver themselves," I grab my bowl.

"See you."

I take the tub of dishes to the Sloppers and make my way to the Garden, the sun fading behind the looming gray walls. As I saunter towards the tall plants, I see Newt sitting alongside some of the Track-hoes. I duck out of sight, What am I doing!? It's just Newt. I take small steps forwards, back on track towards the the garden; seeing him there in the golden rays of dusk made my heart skip a beat. What is happening?

Zart sees me coming and stands. "Got it all ready for you, Greenie." He hands over a small basket of the day's harvest. "Today should be one of the last times you'll have to come over here."

I fight the urge to glance over to Newt, "What do you mean?" Is he looking at me?

"Harvest season is here!," he booms happily. "We'll be putting all this into storage for the rainy season."

"Oh... What will you guys do all day if the plants all die?"

"They don't all die," Zart chuckles. "If anything it takes more work during the rainy season. We have to keep the plants from drowning, but I'm not too worried. It looks like it'll be a good harvest."

"That's good," I shift the basket in my arms. "Thanks again," I wave to all of them, lingering on Newt before turning and heading back to the kitchen.

Siggy relieves me and I hurry towards the shower, excited to go jogging. This could really help! Maybe a runner's high will trigger something. I drop my stuff at the Med hut before jogging to the wall of the Glade. I steady my pace as I make my way towards the Deadhead, maneuvering around trees, hitting the corner and turning left. My mind is calm, it'll come when you don't think about it.

What was that with Newt? Why did I hide from him? Why did it feel like... like weird? I don't get it. Why was I nervous? I hit the next corner and turned, now passing the Bloodhouse. I've seen Newt before, that has never happened. Maybe sleeping in the sun did something to me... but I was under the trees. Damn. Why can't I forget his eyes... why are they so beautiful. I shook my head and pumped my legs faster, gliding around the corner of the Garden. It was a one time thing, it'll be back to normal the next time you see him. I slowed my pace and took deep breaths. Gosh, What happened? Why am I so tired? I ambled back to the Med hut and fell onto my bed.