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Chapter 6: Mother
It was Emma's first night at Minho's room. It didn't have much. It had a small simple bed and a place to put some of his clothes. And now her sleeping bag.
She knew that her moving in with Minho would cause people to talk, but it would make them see her as taken too.
"Thanks again. For letting me stay with you." Emma said satting on her sleeping bag.
"No problem birdy." Minho answered with a small smile.
"Birdy." The girl reppeated with a soft grin across her lips.
"You like it? Do you preffer Greenie, or shuck?" Minho asked with a grin.
"Birdy is fine of those three. It has history." Emma said remember that embarrassing moment.
"Tell me about it. You're quite the tree climber." He commented getting on his bed. "By the way, you didn't tell me how your first day as a shucky med-jack was."
"It was fine." Emma replied getting cosy inside the sleeping bag. "By the way, I asked Jeff about you're injury."
"My scratch." He corrected causing the brunette to rol her eyes.
"He said that would be fine to run in two days." The girl continued.
Although she wasn't seeing Minho's face, she could feel his excitement.
"It was about time!" the asain complained.
"Good night Minho."Emma said with a soft smile, closing her eyes.
"Night Birdy." Minho replied doing the same.
Suddenly Emma's eyes opened widly.
"Minho?" she asked obtaning a moan for na answer. "Have you ever seen a griever?"
She heard the dark haired boy turning on his bed to face her, so she sat up while still inside the cosy sleeping bag.
"Yes." He answere honestly "Why?"
"What's keeping them to climb the walls?" she asked.
"Emma." Minho sighed. "Nothing's going to happen to you."
"How are you so sure Minho? They scare me and I don't even know what they are." Emma cried to him.
"That's because the shucks who put us in here don't want those things to reach us during the night and come into the Glade." Minho explained with na eye roll of impatience.
"That's cruel." Emma pointed out "How could someone put us in here like rats without our memories."
"Emma…" Minho called.
"How could someone do that to us. I don't remember my family and I don't even know for sure if I had one." She continued "A mother… I know i tis. I know it feels good to have one and how she protects you. But I don't even remember if I have one."
By this time Emma's eyes were flushing and tearing and she was trying to keep a sob from comming out.
"Emma…" Minho repeated.
He opened space for her in his bed, so she got out of her sleeping bag and lied next to Minho who put his hand around her waist.
"It's going to be okay Emma." Minho comforted the now sobbing girl.
"I'm sorry." Emma apoligized when her crying eased causing Minho to shush her gently.
"Try to sleep birdy." Minho asked.
And so she did.