She met up with Fry in the kitchen, it was the end of the lunch hour so there were only a few gladers left. She sat down to eat.

"So Alex, how's being a Med Jack?" Newt asked, he was limping over and sat down opposite her.

"It's great! It's something that feels right, feels natural. Also I organized and cleaned the hut. You guys, your organization is awful! And your hygiene is even worse! I'm surprised no one has had any major infections!"

After she was done eating, she wanted to take a quick walk around the glade in the sun, before heading back into the Med Hut. Newt joined her. They chatted about this and that, wondering what was outside the walls. They had just rounded a corner, towards the construction area where the new Med Hut was going when they heard a loud crash and thud followed by screaming and yelling. Alex looked at Newt and they both ran towards the noise. Alex out ran Newt by a lot and made it to the commotion first, what she saw was awful. A wall had fallen and collapsed onto a boy, he was screaming and the other boys were standing around yelling and pointing fingers, no one knew what to do.

Alex's brain shut off and her legs carried her forwards. She pushed a few boys out of the way, and got right down into the mud and tried to see the boy. He wasn't screaming as much anymore- not a good sign. She could see blood from his head, but he was covered by too much wood and there was not enough light.

She turned around, still on her knees, she pointed at three boys, "You three!" She yelled, "come here and get this bloody wall up! Now!"

She turned to another boy who was staring wide eyed at the scene.

"YOU! Look at me! I need you to go and get Clint and Jeff tell them to bring the first aid box. Do you understand?" The boy stood for a moment looking at her with huge eyes. She snapped her fingers in his face.

"HEY! DO YOU UNDERSTAND?" the boy blinked and looked at her, he nodded and took off.

She turned to one last boy, "I need you to go find Alby and Gally. Now. Go!"

The 3 boys she told to get the wall up were struggling to lift it. Alex turned to a few more boys just standing, not sure what to do and Newt who had made it to the front of the scene.

"You guys, help lift it, get those long pieces of wood and use it as a leverage to help lift the wall. We only need it lifted high enough so I can get under and long enough so I can pull him out!"

They did as Alex commanded, without hesitation.

"Ok! ON THREE. ONE...TWO.. THREE!" She shouted. Everyone grunted and lifted, she army crawled through the mud under the wall. The boy's breathing was shallow, his eyes closed.

"Hey, I got you, I'm going to pull you out of here. I won't leave you. I'm sorry bud...pulling you out, it's going to shuckn' hurt. On three, ok?"

The boy was barely conscious. But Alex kept talking.

"I'm going to get my hands under your shoulders and I'm going to pull. Ok, one, two, three"

She pulled, he let out a scream. He was stuck again.

"Lift it more!" She yelled at the boys.

"WE'RE TRYING!"

"HURRY ALEX! IT'S SLIPPING!" Newt yelled.

"I'M NOT LEAVING HIM. AND YOU BETTER NOT DROP A SHUCKEN WALL ON ME!" She yelled back.

She turned back to the half dead boy, she spoke calmer to him, "Ok, come on, one more tug and we're out. K? One two three!"

She tugged again. She was out from under the wall, and as soon as the boy's shoulders were visible, Gally reached down to help pull his crew man out.

"Gally! STOP! DON'T MOVE HIM MORE THEN HE NEEDS TO! HOLD HIS HEAD STILL! DON'T MOVE HIS NECK. There could be spine damage." Gally stopped and looked at Alex, she didn't wait for his response, just continued with commanding the accident scene.

"Hold him like this!" She directed him, showing Gally how to keep the boys head stable, while they moved him. As soon as Gally had his head, she continued, talking to both boys now, explaining what was going to happen.

"Gally hold his head, keep it straight, I'll pull his shoulders. One three once more. As soon as his feet are free, guys, drop the wall. ONE TWO THREE!"

BANG.

The wall dropped inches from them. Alex immediately checked where the boy was bleeding the most. He had a nasty gash on his head, a slash in his stomach and what looked like a possible broken ankle. She didn't have anything to stop the bleeding.

Where the shuck are Clint and Jeff?

She turned to Gally.

"We can't move him, he might have spine or neck damage. Hold him still! Don't let go! ALBY! I need you to get a plank of wood we can use to transport him. Bring some guys for help."

Without hesitation Alby hurried off with a few of the boys. She ripped the boy's shirt open, so she could see the wound properly. She had nothing to stop the bleeding, without thinking she stripped off her own t-shirt, leaving her in a sports bra, and ripped it in half. She used her own shirt to stop the bleeding.

She looked up. "NEWT! Come here. Hold this and put pressure on it. This needs to stop bleeding so much, so I can clean and stitch it!"

Newt did as he was told. She looked at the boy's head wound, it was also pretty bad, again using the other strip of her shirt to stop the steady flow of blood. The boy's breathing was shallow, his eyes were rolling.

"Hey, hey, look at me! Don't fall asleep! Come on, eyes open! What's your name?" She was tapping his cheek, trying to keep him awake.

The boy's eyes fluttered open.

"Matt." He whispered.

"I don't want to die! Don't let me die!" His bottom lip was quivering, and he was looking at Alex, with terror in his cloudy eyes. Alex clenched her teeth. She wasn't even a Med Jack! She was hardly a real glader! But no way was she going to lose this boy! She would do whatever it took. She was still holding the shirt to his head and continued to calmly speak to him.

"Matt, I won't let that happen! Now stay with me, Jeff and Clint are here now. I'm going to patch you up and you're going to join us at the next bonfire, good that?"

Matt's ghost of a smile was seen, before his eyes rolled closed his eyes.

"MATT! NO!" Alex was shouting and slapping his face now.

"I feel cold." He breathed out, and he closed his eyes and won't open them again

"NO MATT! SHUCK IT! CLIENT I NEED THOSE STITCHES AND BANDAGES NOW! HE'S BLEEDING OUT. ALBY! LAY THAT BOARD DOWN WE NEED TO TRANSFER HIM!"

She took a breath.

"Boys, 3 on each side, Gally don't move from the his head or neck!"

Newt, Gally Alby and 2 other boys and Jeff all got into place around Matt. Alex, still in command, explained quickly what was going to happen.

"Spread out evenly around him, slid your hands under and on my count we slid him, all together. Don't jostle him or move him more then he needs to. Gally, don't let go of his head, Jeff, hold his neck still. On 3. One, two, three". They all slid him into the board. Clint handed her the needle and thread, all ready to go.

"Newt when I say remove the shirt. I need to stitch the muscles together before the skin. Clint, these are the dissolving stitches, ya?"

Clint nodded, handing something to Jeff.

"Jeff that head wound is bleeding a lot, but it's not too deep. Stitches and a possible concussion, maybe neck or spinal damage, can't be sure until we stop him from bleeding out. Don't move him anymore. Gally, Alby keep him stable."

Alex took a breath, she was shaking and freaking out inside, but she knew she had to stay calm and somehow she knew what she was doing. She trusted herself.

"Okay, now Newt." Newt removed the shirt and Alex got to work. Thankfully it was a clean cut, and there was nothing to complicate things. She cleaned, Matt winced a few times, came to and passed out again with a scream. Once he was stitched, it took Alex 150 stitches. Alex wrapped him up, Jeff had finished with his head. Alex went to his ankle next, not broken like she thought, that's good. She can deal with that back in the Hut. Matt opened his eyes for a moment. He let out a weak cough and then that was it, she didn't see his chest rising anymore.

"Matt? Hey, MATT! I said stay with me!?"

She placed an ear to his mouth looking at his chest, trying to see if she was right and he had stopped breathing, trying to see his chest rising or feel his breath on her ear and cheek. She felt nothing. She saw nothing. She yelled at the boys around her to pick up the plank and get back to the med hut. They did as they were told, she stayed on the board with Matt. She climbing on-top of him, straddling him on her knees, careful of the wound she just stitched up. She placed her mouth over his and breathed all the air she had in her lungs into his mouth. Keeping his nose pinched closer. She did it again and then started pushing down on his chest with the palm of her hands, keeping elbows locked, using all her body weight, counting to 10. Then leaned over and did it again, breathing for Matt. She wasn't sure what it was called, but she knew this is what you did in this situation. After a few times of breathing for him, and pumping his heart, she listened again. There it was, a small thump of his heart and a light tickle of air on her check.

Alex didn't realize they had got to the Med Jack hut, she was too focused on trying to keep the boy alive. All who were left in room were the two true Med Jacks and Alex, still kneeling over Matt checking his breathing and pulse. He seemed stable now. She climbed off Matt and off the table. Clint and Jeff were staring at her in stunned awe and wonder.

She ran her shaking bloody hand through her hair, it was all over the place, falling out during the whole situation. She just smeared blood on her forehead and into her hair. She hit by a wall of numb exhaustion, she needed a quiet place. She didn't want to stay and answer questions about what she did, or how she knew what to do. She had no idea herself. She left Jeff and Clint with some care instructions for Matt. She knew Jeff was the keeper, but she didn't care at the moment, she trusted the information she was giving the boys.

"It's best to clean the wounds again in a bit, then re-wrap them, keep him hydrated as best as and we can, someone monitor him until he can stay awake himself. Put me in the rotation for the night, I want to see how he's doing. If he stops breathing again, come get me ASAP."

Then she left the room, still covered in mud and Matt's blood. Her brain wasn't working anymore, it had shut off, she left numb, her chest felt heavy and tight, and her hands were shaking really bad. She had no idea how she did that or where she learned it.

She blinked a few times, she recognized Minho's room, she was sitting in the corner, Bark had tried crawling into her lap whining a little. Alex just stared at nothing, her chest rising rapidly, still feeling nothing, shaking all over. She wasn't sure if it was shock, a mental breakdown or if she was going crazy. Bark tried getting her attention again, Alex didn't respond. The dog got up and left the room. Alex pulled her knees up to her chest, and put her forehead on her knees, she gripped the sides of her hair with her bloody hands and let the tears come. At first it was a few that ran down her check. It soon turned into sobbing and screaming. And she didn't stop. She couldn't stop.

She heard footsteps running up the stairs and towards the room she was in. The door banged open and footsteps crossed the room.

"Oh Alex" a voice said.

It was husky but oddly gentle. She knew his voice, it was a relief to hear it. Maybe Minho could put her back together, she felt like she was falling apart. He got down on the ground and put his arms around her and pulled her into his lap, holding her. Another set of footsteps, uneven ones, Newt. He sat down beside them. She heard Bark whining.

Minho POV

Bark had sensed that Alex had mentally checked out and ran to get help. The dog had found Newt by the Wall Doors, talking to Minho. He had just got back from his run. Newt was filling him in on what had happened that afternoon. How Alex had taken charge of the emergency, telling everyone what to do and how to do it.

"Even Gally listened to her without question, Alby too! She bloody saved the kids life! Breathing for him somehow, and got his shuckin' heart going again! She was so calm and collected! It was crazy to watch!" The second in command was very impressed with the girl and how she handled the situation.

Minho was smirking "Thata' girl!"

He felt his this bubble of pride in his chest, but also selfishly jealous, he didn't get to witness her in action. Sometimes being in the Maze all day had it's downfalls...and not being with Alex all day everyday was an absolute downfall.

Bark run up to the boys, barking and whining and tugging on their pants. She would run a little away from them and the come back.

Newt was confused, "What's with the dog?"

Minho looked around, "Hey, where is she? I see Clint. She in the Med Hut?"

"Hey Clint!" They boys jogged over to Clint

"Where's Alex?" Minho was getting worried, no sign of her and her dog was being weird.

"Uhh, not sure. She told us what to do with Matt after she saved his shucking life and just left. Jeff is with him now. I was just on my way back from washing up, to trade shifts with him, Alex was after Jeff-she needed a break, looked a little pale after everything."

Newt was thinking with his thumb running over his bottom lip. Minho looked at the dog again, watching what she was doing, and it clicked.

"Alex!" His concern for her heightened to an alarming rate.

"Show me Bark. Where's Alex?" He called to the dog, she took off towards the homestead. Minho took off running after the dog. Newt quick behind.

"Don't you need to map your route"

"After. I need to find Alex! Something's wrong!"

He stormed up the steps of Homestead, following the dog and threw the door open.

The stone wall around his heart shook, maybe even cracked. She was still covered in blood and mud. She was sobbing and screaming, shaking uncontrollably. Minho got down on the ground and pulled her into his lap. He did care about the blood or mud. His care for her wellbeing and safety was his top priority.

That's what showers are for. Man, her first week here was shucking awful.

Newt

Newt made it to the room and watched his best friend be uncharacteristically gentle with something other than his hair, for the first time in his life- well for as long as Newt could remember. He just watched as Minho rubbed her bare back, whispering quietly in her ear as she sobbed into his chest. He felt like a third wheel. But he was also equally as worried about her, those weird instincts, that gut feeling of protecting ragged inside of him.

He stood there for a moment, "I'll get her some water and food. Stay here with her." Knowing full well Minho wasn't going anywhere, anytime soon.

Minho nodded, acknowledging that he heard. Newt pulled the blanket off the bed and placed it around her, Minho tucked it around her tightly. He nodded at Newt again. Bark had laid down beside Alex and Minho. Minho was grateful for his best friend. But was secretly happy when Newt left, he selfishly wanted to comfort Alex. Alone.

Alex POV

"You did an amazing job, Newt told me what you did!" Minho said quietly. He gently placed a hand on her check and lifted her face, he wiped the tears from her cheeks with his rough thumb.

"I'm so proud of you. We all are. Every single Glader is! What you did, without thinking of your own safety...you helped him. Saved his shuckin' life Alex! The shank wouldn't be alive if it wasn't for you!"

Alex looked into Minho's eyes desperately for reassurance.

"My mind knows that. My brain seems to know what to do all the time...but I don't know HOW it knows. Or why I only know pieces. What would have happened if I couldn't remember? He would have died. I would have watched a kid die, Minho! I would have added another body to the Deadheads!" He voice cracked at the end.

"Why? Why do they do this to us?" She whispered, in-between hiccups. A few more big tears leaked out and slid down her cheeks, her bottom lip trembling.

"I know." He signed sadly. "I've been here two years. I've seen death. Too much death. The creators do nothing but watch it happen. But somehow YOU REMEMBERED. You remembered some training in a medical emergency. Just like you remembered how to fight. And that is shucking awesome! You saved a life, while the creators did nothing. You're a hero Alex."

Alex continued to search his eyes, feeling the comfort they provided her. They were unwavering, never leaving her face. Then another thought struck her.

"What...what if I can't remember what to do next time? What if this is just luck? A weird accident?"

"Slow down there, princess. Who says it's all on your shoulders? You're not even chosen for Med Jack yet! Its a shucken obvious choice after today. And you would have Jeff and Clint, you're a team. They have your back. Always. Just like I do. Deal?"

She slowly nodded. She took a shaky breath, and lent her head against his chest again. He placed his chin on-top of her head. His warm hand rubbing her back again. It was very soothing. Her muscles started to slowly relax and her breathing became normal. Her tears stopped. She wanted to stay like this forever, wrapped in Minho's strong arms, listening to his heartbeat and breathing in his smell.

A pain shot through her head again. That smell...it was a mix of musky deodorant, something spicy sunshine and little sweat. It was so familiar, she knew that smell. She remembered it from before! She remembered Minho's smell.

Why would I remember his smell?!

Before she could say anything Newt knocked on the door, holding a glass of water and a bowl of soup and a few cookies.

"Ya need to eat Alex. That was some bloody crazy work. Eat. You'll feel better. Fry also gave up some of his precious cookies." Newt said, setting the food on the bedside table.

"Lucky Shanket. Only special Gladers, on rare occasions will, Fry give out cookies!" Minho smiled down at Alex.

Alex looked up at Newt, a small smile playing on her lips said cheekily, "Yes Mama Newt. I'll eat my whole supper. And then I get my cookies?"

Minho let out a big loud belly laugh. "MAMA NEWT?!"

Newt frowned and rolled his eyes, he put his head in his hands. "Thanx Alex, now Minho is going to be calling me that. Just come eat some food, then go have a shower. You're still covered in blood, and now Minho is too."

Alex smiled sadly, and gave a small nod. She rubbed her sore puffy red eyes. She begrudgingly untangled herself from Minho's lap and stood up. As she did so the blanket dropped, only now did she realize she was only in a sports bra.

Where'd my shirt go?

She could feel her face heating up with embarrassment. She crossed her arms over her chest, and looked at the floor. She reached for the blanket, but Minho stood up faster and pulled the blanket over her shoulders. He smiled at her, looking in her eyes and only her eyes.

"You're okay. You're safe with the two of us. Your okay." He reassured her.

Newt nodded, he patted the bed beside him. She smiled at the 2 boys and went to sit down, pulling the warm blanket tighter around her. Bark had come over and placed her head in Alex's lap.

"I guess I have you three to thank for helping me through my first mental breakdown."

"Don't worry about it. We've all been there, we get it. They'd be lyin' if anyone said they never had one. And to be perfectly bloody honest, you lasted longer than any shank so far. And that was after some major trauma." Newt reassured her, his arm around her shoulders, giving her a sideways hug. She lay her head on his shoulder, scratching Bark's ears. She looked at Minho, who nodded in agreement.