I sat up, gasping, and wiped away the sweat that had formed on my forehead. I groaned and wiped the hair out of my face, tossing aside the covers and slid my feet down to the ground. My boots were tucked right underneath the "bed" and I slid them on, cautiously. I almost screamed as my leg was filled with a sharp pain, like a knife. I leaned down and tore aside the bandage. Damn it. I was infected. I groaned as I retrieved the crutch that was leaning against the make-shift wall and stood up. I nearly crumbled to the floor but, I somehow made it out of the Med-hut and outside.
"Lizzy?!" I heard someone yell and turned around to see Minho, who I guess had just come out of the Maze. He caught me before I fell and lead me back to the Med-hut, where Clint and Jeff were.
"Why would you two just let her leave?" Minho asked, shaking his head.
"We were with Alby, talking about Lizzy's…state," Clint frowned and sighed. Minho just shrugged and left the Med-hut.
"I know, Clint. My leg's infected. I'm probably going to die," I grumbled and leaned back against the pillows.
"We've sent a message to the Creators. They could send the right medicine, Lizzy," Jeff tried to reassure me. I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms over my chest.
"How long has it been since you sent it?" I asked.
Clint replied, "A day." I just nodded and reached for my crutch. No way in hell was I going to spend the last of my days cooped up in the Med-hut.
Newt walked up to me and handed me a plate of food. He was clearly exhausted. Thomas had become a Runner and even more, another Greenie had appeared. It was a girl. And she had come with a message.
"She's the last one ever?" I frowned and leaned back against a tree. Newt sat down next to me and sighed. I glanced at him and noticed how different he looked from the first time I had ever met him. His blonde hair was longer and shaggier, and his forehead often crinkled. His eyes were stormy.
"Yep. And she's still unconscious," Newt replied and munched on his sandwich. I nodded and continued eating my lunch. It had been two days since I had woken up. No medicine had come yet and half of the time, I couldn't walk. At the Gathering, Newt managed to protect me from any punishment but, Thomas had to stay in the Slammer for a night. That was it.
"How is Thomas?" I asked. I hadn't talked to him much ever since we had gone into the Maze.
"He seem to be fitting in well with the whole Runner thing," Newt replied. I simply shrugged and then sighed. I stood up shakily and said, "I'm going to the Med-hut. I'll see you in a bit."
I know. This is so short. But I had my last week of school and I didn't work on this so I just wanted to get something in. I'll try and squeeze something in tomorrow! Thanks!