It's lunchtime by the time I finish my designated work in the Gardens.
"Hey, Adelynn," Zart comes up and says to me. "You can go have your lunch break right now, especially since you finished all your work."
"Okay," I reply. "Thanks."
"No problem," he replies, as I walk off. When I get to Frypan's kitchen, Frypan hands me a sandwich.
"Don't worry," Frypan reassures me. "I made sure to keep the meat away from your sandwich."
"Thanks!" I say, and smile brightly.
I then turn and look around, trying to find one of my friends. Either Newt, or Minho.
"Hey Shank!" I hear a voice yell. "Over here!" I look over and see Minho, yelling and waving his left arm wildly. I laugh as I walk over towards him, both happy to see him, and relieved that I wouldn't have to end up awkwardly sitting at a table full of guys that I don't know.
'I really need to make more friends,' I think. 'What would I do if Newt was busy and Minho was out running in the maze?'
"So, how was your time in the Gardens?" Minho asks.
I think about it. "Working in the Gardens was actually okay. The only part I didn't like was the weeding. Some of the weeds cut my arm a few times. It was definitely a lot better than being in the Blood House though."
Minho laughs. "Didn't you wear any protective gear?"
"I did!" I reply. "I wore gloves. They just didn't reach all the way up my arms!"
"Have you gone to the Med-Jacks yet?" Minho asks me.
"No. I plan on doing that later, after I completely finish my work in the Gardens, just in case I get more cuts," I reply.
"By the way, speaking of the Med-Jacks hut, when I was there, Newt dropped in and told me to tell you that he would be busy both for the rest of today, and for the next few days. He said to tell you to just go ahead and sleep on the bed. Don't try to sleep in the sleeping bag, " Minho tells me.
I look up, curious. "Why? What's he doing?"
Minho shrugs. "I don't know, I was a little busy arguing with Clint about how many wrappings of bandages should be on my ankle."
I raise my eyebrows and ask him, "Who's the Med-Jack? You, or Clint?"
"You know, Clint said the same thing," Minho answers.
"How did you reply?" I ask him.
"I said that it was my ankle, and I was deciding what was going to happen to it." Minho replies.
"You do know that they're just trying to help make your ankle heal faster?" I say to him.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. My ankle can heal perfectly fine on itself. Plus, I don't plan on hobbling around like an old man the whole day just because my ankle's sprained. You should've seen the shucking amount of bandages that Clint was planning to put on me! With that amount, I wouldn't even be able to walk even if I wanted to!"
"That's the point." I say to him, chiding. "The point of wrapping a sprained ankle is to help make the ankle less swollen. It's also suppose to remind the person to be careful with their ankle."
Minho rolls his eyes. "I know, I just don't need them to wrap so much on my ankle! Clint practically made it impossible for me to even walk. If I tried to leave the Med-jacks like that, I would've ended up having to hop all the way down here!"
Lunch time ends before I can reply. I realize that my sandwich is only half eaten, and quickly stuff it into my mouth. "Gotta go. Bye Minho," I say, before hurriedly walking towards the Gardens. When I get there, I walk up to Zart. "What work do I have to do now?" I ask him.
He points at a patch full of various vegetables and tells me, "Go over there and pick all the vegetables that look ready to eat and put them into this bag." He then hands me a brown sack.
I grab the sack and walk over to the gigantic patch of vegetables. Around 4 hours later, I'm completely done. After I had initially started, I had to go back to Zart to get about 6 more bags throughout work, just to be able to pick all the vegetables. Now, I lay exhausted on the ground, using one of the bags as a pillow. In the distance, I see Newt coming out from Frypan's kitchen, carrying a tray full of food, walking towards the Homestead. I look at Zart and then back at the Homestead, and dart over there, wondering why Newt is taking food back to the Homestead. When I get there, all I see is the door of a room swinging invitingly after Newt.
