Ben. I sat up and rubbed my eyes. Groaning, I slipped out of my hammock and slipped on a denim button up and black leggings along with my running boots. My dreams were really starting to confuse and scare me. Thomas, Newt, Ben. And who the hell was Teresa? I pulled my hair back into a tight ponytail and let out a shaky breath when I saw Ben's empty hammock. I would've stayed in the Med-hut all night, but Newt made me go sleep in my room.
I dashed to the Med-hut and clambered up the creaky stairs. Pushing open the door, I saw Clint and Jeff whispering to each other, while Alby sat next to Ben with a tired expression. "Clint?" I croaked out and slipped into the room. But I couldn't help but feel guilty when I was disappointed that Newt wasn't there to hold and comfort me in his arms.
"He's going to be fine, Lizzy. He's got the serum, and he's going through the changing. But he seems to be fine now," Clint smiled and turned back towards Jeff.
"Alright," I whispered and sat on the other side of the make-shift bed. "Ben," I whispered and slipped my hand into his.
"Why don't we let them be for a bit," Clint said and pulled Jeff out of the room. With one last glance at me and then back at Ben, the leader of the Glade trudged out of the room.
"I love you so much, Ben. And I'm so sorry that I couldn't protect you. I promised myself that I'd always protect you. I'm so sorry, Ben," I started to sob as I clutched Ben's hand in mine. If WICKED or whatever the Creators took Ben for good, I couldn't live with myself. Wiping away my tears, I sniffed and gave a weak smile.
"I probably look like a mess right now," I sniffled and smoothed my hair away from my face.
"No. You're absolutely beautiful," I heard a soft, weak voice say and looked up to see Ben stirring.
"What?" I gasped and flung my arms around him.
"Hey there," Ben laughed and kissed the side of my cheek.
"Oh my gosh, Ben! I was terrified! I thought you were gone," I cried and flung off the bonds that tied him to the bed. He gathered me into his lap and kissed me softly.
"I'm never leaving you, never again," Ben whispered and hugged me.
"I see you're awake," we turned around to see Newt and Alby standing in the doorway. Ben let out a laugh and rested his head on my shoulder. I smiled and kissed his forehead. Clint and Jeff soon appeared; I stood to the side as they made sure he was doing okay. We were interrupted by the Greenie alarm.
After Ben had slipped into fresh new clothes and showered, we managed to push through the other Gladers to the front of the crowd, where Gally was already standing. He nodded to us and gave Ben a little pat on the shoulder and then resumed his silent and unmoving position.
I raised my eyebrows at Ben and said, "What's up with him?"
"It's not very often that Newt and Alby let Gally do it. He considers it one of the greatest honors of the Glade," Ben smirked and snaked an arm around my waist. Sighing, I rested my head against his chest, ignoring several catcalls and "You go Ben!" and waited for the Greenie. What if it was Thomas? Or Teresa? Things were going to get pretty damn messy.
"Ben!" I heard Chuck chirp behind us and smiled as the young boy flung his arms around Ben. "I'm really happy that you're here," Chuck grinned. "You slinthead."
"I'm glad I'm hear to, buddy," Ben grinned and ruffled Chuck's hair. I gave a small smile and sighed. I loved them both so much it hurt.
"The newbie's here," I heard someone say and looked up as Gally shuffled forward and yanked the Box open. I glanced at Ben and shuffled forward. It could be another girl.
"Gally?" I said and took another step forward. Gally shook his head as if he had read my mind and jumped into the Box.
"Give me a hand!" I heard him yell and we threw the rope down. The Greenie was soon up, along with Gally, and was spinning around and around as he gawked at the Glade. I gasped when he stopped and stared at me.
"Thomas?"
We gathered in the kitchen and ate our food, prepared by Frypan. Minho had let us both have a day off today since Ben was still recovering, and I refused to leave his side. Thomas was nowhere to be seen. After he had climbed out of the Box, he had asked me, "What? Is that my name? How do you know me?"
I had replied, "No. I don't, sorry." He still hadn't remembered.
"I still don't get how you know the guy," Ben pestered me as we walked through the Deadheads, hand in hand.
Sighing, I replied, "I've seen him in my dreams before, Ben. But trust me. I have no feelings for him if that's what you're implying."
"I know that, Lizzy. It's just…" Ben drifted off and scratched the back of his head. I turned to face him and cupped his face.
"What?" I said.
"I've seen him before," Ben said. "In my dreams, I've seen him."
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