A.N.: Again, I'm loving writing this 3 Hope you enjoy, thanks for all the support it really means a lot to me.

Chapter 7: Stitches

When Emma woke up she realised that she had turned helsef to Minho during her sleep since her head was buried on his chest. She could hear is heart and feel his breathing. He didn't move much since his hands were still around her like he was a little kids and she his stuffed toy.

She didn't wat to wake him up but he still did.

"Morning." he moaned in a sleepy voice.

Emma smiled. It was a wierd sensation to both of her and Minho. Minho wasn't use to be this close to someone, but he didn't mind. Emma's smell and the warmth of her body calmed him down and he felt like she needed him as much as he needed her.

"Did I wake you?" she asked with her face still burried on his chest.

"No." He answered "It was my biological watch. How are you feeling?"

"Better." Emma answered raising here eyes to him.

The asain was observing her.

"What?" the girl asked frowning.

"Nothing." He answered.

"Don't tell anyone I cried. Or I'll kill you." The brunette threatened with a warm smile.

"Geez birdy. Calm down." he laughed.

Emma untangled herself from Minho's embrace and getting up.

"Where's the rush?" Minho asked raising one eyebrow. "It's not like you have to run the maze."

"No, I don't." the girl agreed " But I have to clean wounds and save people from bleeding to death."

Minho rolled his eyes at her dramatic explanation causing her to laugh.

"Besides… you're one of my patients today." She informed causing him to stick his tongue out. "Don't complain. I'm going to take out your stitches."

This time Emma was able to shower with no trouble since Newt was at the entrance making sure no one would peek inside. The two boys who did that even apoligized to her over breakfast while she ate her apple. Of course that Emma forgave them, looking better at them they were only children, hormonal ones, but still children.

Once she got to the med-jacks cot, Jeff was waiting for her with a big smile.

"Ready?" he asked.

"Yeah. Got nothing yet?" she asked looking around.

"Not yet."the boy answered with a smile "It's a good sign though. If the only thing you have to do today is take Minho's stitches out, treat some colds from the boys and clean some minor wounds, consider that as a good thing."

Emma noded. There was other med-jacks at the cot, but she had only spoken with Jeff and Clint. Some were washing some bangadges since they couldn't afford to use new ones whenever someone got hurt. It wasn't ideal, but they left them boil in water so the germs would die. Others were labeling handmade creams and others were making them. As for the brunette she making some simple creams for allegies with some herbs from the deadheads.

"Knock knock birdy." Emma heard snapping her head to look at a grinning Minho.

"I've never seen this shuck so happy to come here." Jeff commented.

"That's because I told him that today he would remove his stitches and if he behaved weel he could run tomorrow." Emma informed Jeff.

"Fine. He's all yours. Make sure to use this." He said handing her a bottle of cream "It will help the tissue scar."

Emma noded and led the black haired boy to a room where he sat him on a bed.

"Take your pant off please." Emma demanded.

"Wow birdy! At least take me out for dinner first!" Minho joked causing Emma to roll her eyes while letting out a small laugh.

"I need to see your thigh Minho."she explained as if he didn't know.

The boy did as she told him to showing him the 5 stitches wound.

"It's looking good." Emma observed.

She started doing her job, trying not to shake and hurt him while cutting the stitches out.

"Don't be affraid birdy. I know I'm a hot shank, but not that much." He said noticing her frown of concentration intensify with the stress.

Emma rolled her eyes once more and reached for the bottle of crem when she was done with the stitches.

"You're my first job, you know? I don't want to fail." The brunette explained while rubbing the cream on his thigh. "If you feel any pain come find me."

"What if I don't?" the asain asked.

"You won't get to run the maze." Emma threatned making Minho sigh with a smirk.