Minho was frozen in place. His eyes grew in terror as he watched something posses Green.

It was almost as if she was fighting against her own body. A horrid, gurgled scream bubbled in her throat and flew from her tongue once more. She squeezed her eyes shut, as if some one was shining a blinding light right at her, and pushed herself against the wall. Her arms tensed, her fist squeezed so tightly that thick blood began oozing from where her nails dug into her palms. She would shake violently, screaming and clenching her whole body, then relax with a desperate sob, open her eyes to search for some sort of relief and then the force would over take her again.

"Green!" Thomas cried running over to her.

The sudden movement from the dark haired boy snapped Minho out of his shock. "Slim it Green." He ordered uselessly. She was trapped with in herself, even when her eyes would open they were distant and frantic for help. He grabbed her shoulder and pulled her into his chest, forcing her arms close to her so she wouldn't flail around and hurt herself.

"Minho what's happening to her?" Thomas demanded grabbing her feet to keep her from kicking the wall with her bare toes. "Was she stung? Is it the changing?"

"I've never seen this before!" He barked with annoyance. "She's out of her shuck mind."

Green let out another gut wrenching cry but cut it short by tensing her jaw and grinding her teeth tightly. Then her body relaxed. Her breaths began to steady, each one brining in sweet relief. She looked up at Minho; her mouth opened to say something. Then her eyes widened and her breaths were no longer steady, they were shallow and soon no existent.

The girl's face began to turn a deep shade of purple. She kept trying to scream or ask for help but she couldn't bring in the oxygen she needed to form words.

"Breathe Green, just breathe!" Minho demanded.

Finally, she sucked in deep breaths like a swimmer who had finally come up for air. She panted heavily, looking around from Thomas to Minho. Sweat pooled on her forehead.

Minho's instincts took over. He wrapped one arm around her and with the other he forced her head into his chest. She cried into his shirt for a few moments. But suddenly Minho could feel her whole body lurch against him as if she was dry heaving. All he could do was hold her against him as her body fought of the demons. He was just hugging her, pressing her body into his.

It seemed pointless but after a few minutes Green stopped moving. She stopped crying.

"What happened?" Thomas asked releasing her motionless legs.

"No idea. Maybe she's prone to seizures… but that didn't seem like some shuck seizure. That was demonic." Minho pushed his face away from her to get a glance at the girl. She was unconscious… or sleeping, but definitely still alive. Her chest rose steadily but shallowly. Her breaths were a struggle for her body. "She's still alive." Minho commented, nonchalantly as if his heart wasn't beating 10 times faster. It didn't matter, Thomas had lost interest in him anyway. The boy's eyes were fixed on Green's calf. A small splotch of blood was evident on her dark wash skinny jeans. Carefully, Thomas pulled up the tight fabric covering her left leg.

"Holy shit." He gasped.

Minho peered over the girl's lifeless head to where Thomas was looking. Thomas's exasperated cruse word was an accurate description of the site in front of them.

Sure enough, a Griever had stung Green. The circular mark on her leg was the same one Minho had seen some many times before. But the rest was completely foreign to him. The viens around her leg were a dark color of green, purple and blue. They were thick, pulsing and elevated from her skin. With each weak beat of her heart the color would advance and retreat further into her body. The disfigured liquid flowed a few inches further into her body. It moved slowly and smoothly, as if it was taking her over one cell at a time.

Suddenly Green's whole body seized. Her eyes remained shut but she let out a low groan of pain as her legs and torso tensed, shook and then relaxed.

Minho held her tightly.

"Look…" Thomas told Minho, his eyes still stuck on the spectacle on her leg. "When she seizes the color shrinks backs."

Sure enough the veins on her legs had thinned and become much shorter. Minho watched as the color began to move again, and then another seizure stopped it in its tracks.

"Holy shuck. She's fighting it." Minho breathed. "She's trying to control it." A emesne feeling of pride washed over him. Some how that wisp of a shucking girl was taking on the Griever venom. Minho had never seen it done before.

"How? I-I thought the only cure was-"

"It is. She needs the Grief Serum." Minho said. A sense of urgency replaced the feeling of pride. "We need to get her back to the Glade. Now."

"But what about everyone who's looking for her."

"It's late, Wake Up isn't for a few more hours."

"Ok," Thomas said, standing up, "yah, that could work. Here I'll grab her feet."

Minho frowned, "We're not going to carry her like some sort of dead animal."

It was Thomas's turn to frown, "Can you carry her by yourself? Aren't we like… 20 minutes from the Glade?"

Minho scooped Green into his hands, "She's light," He said as he stood up, and he meant it to. The girl weighed no more then load of Frypan's kitchen supplies, and was much easier to hold in his arms. He carried her closed to his stomach, squeezing her body tightly every time she began to seize.

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Thomas was right. It took them even longer then 20 minutes to reach the Glade. Thank the Creators they didn't run into a single Griever along the way, even with Green's muffled cries.

For a moment, Minho feared that maybe the doors had closed, that they'd be stuck, but he pushed it to the back of his mind. That was the least of their worries.

"Why'd you come back?" Thomas asked so suddenly, breaking the 20 minutes of silence, that Minho didn't even register it at first.

"What?"

"Why did you come back?" Thomas repeated more clear this time. "You know, come and find us after we went into the Maze."

Minho had almost completely forgot about his conversation with Newt in all the chaos. He looked at the ground as he spoke. "Just didn't want you shanks to die, that's it. You both are a pair of mouth breathing idiots but no point in lettin' you bite it this early on in your time at the Glade."

"You ran into the Maze because you were concerned? For us?"

Minho's head snapped up, the Greenie was really pissing him off, "Newt changed my mind about you guys, got it? He's the reason I saved your sorry butts."

"Newts on our side?"

The Runner's eyes remained locked on the path ahead of them. The girl in his arms suddenly became much heavier then she'd been just moments before. "Mhm. Ably too." Minho said. "No stop asking so many damn question. Good that?"

Thomas nodded. "What ever you say," he surrendered with an eye roll.

"Here, carry her for a second, my arms are dying." Minho griped, dumping Green into Thomas's arms. It wasn't that though. He couldn't explain it, but all of a sudden he felt so much less interested in what they were doing. All of a sudden he wanted nothing more then to be in the Glade, resting in his hammock, planning out his route for the next morning. The girl changed all of that. Live or die she was going to rip the Gladers apart. No more nights with the guys watching Gally take on unsuspecting victims in the fighting Pit. No more breakfast with Fry where they have a few laughs over the way Zart shovled his food into his face. No more meetings with the other Runners where'd they'd shared stories about their days in the Maze, each trying to top the last person. Now they were fighting against each other, betraying their friends of two years for a girl.

The entrance to the Glade interrupted Minho's thoughts. Thankfully, they were still wide open, inviting them in. With a quick scan Minho saw no sign of movement through out the grassy fields just soft patter of the animals shuffling around in their pens.

"C'mon." He hissed to Thomas motioning him into the Glade. As quietly and as quickly as they could the pair made a beeline towards the Homestead. No one usually slept in there at night expect Newt on account of his leg problems, but he was still tied up.

On the top floor there was the Medjacks's room. They could get the Grief serum there. Of course the Changing was not a quiet process and usually took days, but they'd have to cross that bridge when they came to it.

As they opened the door to the Homestead Minho couldn't help but think that maybe they should just not give Green the serum. She only had five hours left till she was supposed to be rescued. They could take her to the Maze, hide her till her rescuers came and then send her off with a bottle of the serum.

No. Who knew what would happen if she went that long with out a serum. They needed to give her the shot now.

Minho grabbed the handle on the door leading them into the Homestead and yanked it open. Thomas winced at the loud creak but no one was going to wake up that early in the morning. He shoved Thomas in Green inside and let the door swing close behind them. They bounded up the stairs ignoring stealth. Urgency wracked Minho's brain. Urgency to get rid of her? Urgency to save her? Urgency to lie down in the Medic's bed?

With Thomas on his heels Minho burst into the Medjacks room only to be instantly greeted with a blade at his neck and the shaky hands of Jeff, his favorite Glade doctor.

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Everything was pain. It was gut-wrenching, jaw clenching, heart pounding, muscle throbbing, eye squeezing, brain splitting, head smashing, body thrashing pain. It was bright lights that never came into focus, loud noises that shattered her ears, it was intense heat and it was pain. It was everything.

It became her. It crept up through her leg, shocking her nerves and boiling her blood. It electrocuted her muscles. It fried her brain.

The world around her was a blur. Fire works would shoot through the darkness when forced her eyes shut and black spots would dance in her vision if she left them open. Her spine began to ache, then it began to tense and shake. Over and over again her body would be over come by agony. It felt as though she was dry heaving while be stuck with a million volts of electricity at the same time.

Her legs went numb.

And then there was a moment of relief.

Things came into focus; noises, shapes, people.

Minho was above her. He held her tightly to him. She wanted to thank him. Liberation swam over her.

He was radiating light. He was the stars. He was there to save her.

And then oh god how it hurt again! Her muscles contracted, her eyes squeezed shut. The very parts of her body that allowed her to breathe tensed up. Her rib cage was a correst 3 sizes to small.

She wanted to cry out for air, to scream for help. She couldn't feel or hear or see. She couldn't breathe. She couldn't… she couldn't exist.

It went on for years. Life times passed. Her brain shut down but her body still worked.

Her diaphragm relaxed. she sucked in shallow breaths. However, the lack of oxygen weakened her. Slowly she slipped into unconsciousness.

Even in a state of blissfully unaware sleep the pain could consume her. It came in jolts. It came in seizes. But it was always around her.

The scene around her moved. Lights flashed, noises slurred, people blurred. She was in a new room. A new person.

A new kind of pain. Sharp, exact. On the surface of her skin.

And… and then it was sweet relief. She could feel again, breathe again. The world around her was life. It was a long breath in. It was control over her body and mind.

And then it was darkness.

Absolute and pure darkness.

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Every so often, in the place Jeff called home, a piece of chaos erupted. Something happened that toppled over the tower of Order that Alby, Nick and Newt had worked so hard to build over the years. It happened the first time when Nick died. That night, no one went back to their job. Alby didn't check up on anyone, dinner was late, and best of all, no one was paying attention to anyone. It was moments like these, ones that made Jeff really question his morale compass, that served the Medjack much better than you'd expect.

Of course Jeff mourned for Nick. Of course Jeff was conflicted about betraying Alby and supporting Gally. But when given the opportunity to sleep in the medical room, on the most comfortable bed in the whole Glade, no single piece of guilt could make him pass that up.

Jeff was 4 hours into one of the best sleeps of his life when he heard the door to the Homestead swing open with a loud creak. He groaned, rolling out of bed and flipping on as many of the battery powered lanters as he could reach.

Chances were it was another one of Tim's asthma attacks or some one stepped on one of the Builder's nails on their way to take a klunk. They'd be out in 5 minutes and Jeff would be to Dreamland. Sure, who ever it was would question why Jeff was in the Medic's room, but he'd make up some excuse about practicing his stitching because he couldn't sleep, or needed in a bandaid.

But when the footsteps up the stairs turned into desperate poundings against the floor, and the voices that should've been tired and quiet turned out to be harsh orders of Minho, Jeff had just enough time to snatch up the small knife that worked as a make shift scalpel. He turned and faced the door just as it burst open.

Jeff expected to see Thomas and Minho. Gally had told everyone that, while they hadn't admitted to be against the Glader, they definitely weren't on their side. But he didn't expect to see them both dirty, strung out and carrying the lifeless body of the Greenie girl. Jeff definitely didn't expect the body to suddenly burst to consciousness and begin contorting in Thomas's arms. Thomas instantly slapped his hand over her mouth muffling the most pained cry Jeff had ever heard in all his time as a Medjack. Her whole body tense and seized as tears poured from her eyes.

Minho looked at Jeff, his eyes filled with despair. "She's going to die." Is all he could say.

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