"So what do you think you want?" Kate asks, re-braiding her long brown hair in front of the mirror. I was surprised at how quickly my little incident had been forgiven, but they all seemed to understand how hard adjusting had been. I really was better now, and was pretty sure I was over the initial string of break downs and freak outs. Yeah, I was probably about as used to it as I was going to get.

"Er..I don't know I haven't tried them all yet." It's been three weeks since I first woke up in the box, and ever since my ankle healed I've been trying out all the different jobs in the glade. I hated most of them. I've still got two more however, and the last two are the only ones I ever really considered anyways. Today I'm a med-jack, tomorrow, a runner. Once I've tried all the jobs, the keepers will have a meeting to decide which one I get. Lucky for me I'll probably get whatever I want, being friends with the second in command has its perks, not to mention Minho and Clint who are also keepers.

I sigh as we walk down to breakfast, choosing is going to be hard. As we approach the dining hall the smell of grease frying wafts through the air. Bacon. My favorite. Frypan smiles and waves to us when we walk in, he knows bacon is my favorite. Overall, Frypan is actually one of the nicer people here, and despite all of the jokes about his cooking, the food is usually pretty good. We sit at our usual table in the corner, joined a few minutes later by Newt, Minho, Clint and Alby.

"So greenie, you ready for today? Think ya can handle it?" Clint says, stuffing a piece of pancake into his mouth. He's the keeper of the med-jacks, so I'll be working with him today, along with Jeff and one of the others.

"Pssh, I could do your job in my
Sleep." I say, rolling my eyes in his direction. Everyone laughs.

"Have fun dealing with that all day." Minho says elbowing Clint in the ribs. After repeated assurances that I could handle it, Minho had resumed teasing me, which I usually enjoyed, but it could get annoying . It was a weird balance, but I was glad for the back and forth,  it helped me forget about the stupid Maze.

"Ha. She's yours tomorrow, besides
she can't be any worse than you." Clint retorts shoving Minho, who almost falls off the bench.

"Is that a challenge?" I ask raising my eyebrows.

"No it definitely wasn't," Clint groans, shaking his head. We all laugh, which I've decided, is a very good distraction from our current situation of being stuck inside a maze.

After breakfast we head to the med-jack room, which, unfortunately, I'm all too familiar with. Being clumsy can cause some problems, although not all of the incidents were my fault. I'm looking at you Minho, I think before smiling to myself. Ever since he ran me over, we've been friends, much to Newt's dismay. Poor Newt, between me, Minho, and Kate, he's got his hands full, put us together and well, let's just say we can cause quite a bit of problems for him.

"Alright greenie, you get this one, think you can handle it?" Clint says snapping me out of my daydreams. I look up to see one of the slicers standing in the doorway holding a bloody hand.

"Ok, let me see," I say as he sits down on one of the cots.

When he pulls his hand away, I can see a nasty cut running across his palm, it's bleeding a lot but looks shallow.

"So what's your name?" I ask, trying to distract him as I clean the wound.

"Wins..." He winces "Winston." He says through clenched teeth. Now that I have cleaned off most of the blood, I can see that the cut is pretty shallow and won't require stitches.

"Ok, Winston it doesn't look like you need stitches." I look to Clint to make sure I'm correct, and he nods. "I'm just going to wrap it real quick." I say grabbing gauze and a roll of bandages. "Try to keep it dry and clean."

"O..o..ok." He says, breathing heavily through the pain as I wrap his hand.

"You did good," I say when I finish, handing him a cup of water and some pills.

"Uh, Thanks."

"So how did I do?" I ask Clint after Winston leaves.

"Really good actually, I'm impressed, I expected you to freak out when you saw the blood." Clint chuckles.

"Nah it doesn't really bother me that much."

The rest of the day passes pretty slowly, we patch up two more slicers who cut themselves, and a builder, who hit his finger with a hammer. The builder has just walked out when I hear Clint laughing.

"What's so funny?" I ask not sure if I really want the answer or not.

"Nothing it's just funny how.." He trails off. "Nevermind."

"No you started, now you have to tell me." I say, crossing my arms over my chest.

"He just thinks it's funny how all the guys are trying to be tough since you're here." Jeff admits.

"What?! What do you mean?"

"Usually they cry like little babies when we stitch em' up, but not today." He says, winking at me.

"Whatever, it's probably just....." I only get half way through my sentence before he walks through the door. We all turn around and look at him.

"Um...can I get a bandage or something?" Minho asks, holding his hand over the side of his face.

"What did you do?" I say, sighing as I grab a couple bandages and direct him to sit down.

"Er, I tripped and fell on a shucking rock, it's nothing major."

"Let me see." I say, pulling his hand away from his face. He has a deep gash running almost straight across his cheekbone.

"Not that bad." I lie, it's probably going to need stitches. I take a cloth and wipe off the blood. Yep. Definitely going to need stitches. I'm still nervous about giving someone stitches, Clint I showed me how this morning, and I practiced on a few pieces of leather, but I've never actually done them on a person.

"Ok..uh...I'm going to have to stitch it up." I say twisting my hair nervously around my finger.

"Just don't mess up my beautiful face." He says, an evil grin spreading across his lips.

"In that case.....I'll make sure and mess up." I say raising my eyebrows at him. Laughing I hold up the needle. "lay down" I demand.

"Why?" He says, grinning at me again.

"So I can fix your shuck face."

"There is nothing wrong with my face."

"Mhmm sure...." I mutter, smirking as I sit down next to him. "try and sit still." I say, tentatively putting in the first stitch. Phew that wasn't so bad. I move my hand over and start on the second, my fingers brushing against his cheek as I go. He smiles and messes me up. Why did he smile?

"I said sit still." I command, taking it out and starting over. I've almost finished the second stitch when he smirks, messing up his stitches once again.

"Minho quit smiling!" I yell. He just laughs. "Seriously! do enjoy having a needle repeatedly stuck in your face, or what?"

"Maybe I do."

"Ugh, shut up and let me finish your stitches." I say giving him a dirty look. He finally wipes the smile off his face and sits still. I finish his stitches and stand up. Not to bad for my first time.

He stands and starts to leave. "Wait I have to put a bandage on it!" I say, as he walks toward the door.

"No it's fine, it looks cooler this way." He says as he walks out.

"Minho! Minho! Hey get your shuck butt back in here!" He ignores me completely and continues walking, only turning his head to flash a smile before running into the homestead.

"slinthead." I murmur heading back into the room. Clint and Jeff are laughing. "What?!" I yell, still thoroughly annoyed.

"Nothing, nothing." Jeff says throwing his arms up in defense.

"You two." Clint says with a mischievous smile. He points at the door Minho just walked out of.

"What?! No!" I feel my face getting hot.

They both laugh. "Sure......."

"Ugh whatever!" I say in frustration, turning my face to hide the redness.

"You think we're lying, but almost two years of working here and Minho's never 'tripped', not once," Clint says laughing. I finally put the pieces together and realize what he's getting at. He thinks Minho did it on purpose so I would have to help him?

"Never?" I ask turning towards him, my curiosity getting the best of me.

"Nope."

"That doesn't mean anything, it was bound to happen sometime," I stammer, shaking my head in denial. Did he do it on purpose? No of course not Minho doesn't like me, no way. It was just an accident. My thoughts wander, and some part of me knows they've got a point. Minho is far too athletic and pays too much attention to just 'trip', but I decide to ignore it for now.

Two hours later I finally finish my shift. "See ya at dinner Sky," Clint says, waving me off. He looks like he's up to something and I'm a little worried, but my hunger wins over my curiosity and I head to the kitchen. Kate, Newt, and Minho are already sitting at the table when I walk over. I sit down next to Kate and across from Minho and Newt.

"So how was med-jacking?" Kate asks absently. "Where you any good at it? cause I wasn't." She comments, wrinkling up her nose in disgust at even the thought .

"She was great." Minho says, answering for me. I'm surprised, until.... "If by great you mean poking people with needles and yelling at her patients." He finishes. Never mind, not surprised, leave it to Minho to find a way to turn a compliment into an insult.

"Well, I only yell when the patient won't listen."

"Oh cause smiling is such a horrible crime."

"It is when someone is trying to give you stitches!" I yell, laughing and shaking my head.

"Who's giving who kisses?" Clint says, sliding into his seat at the table.

"Stitches, Clint, I said stitches." I say shaking my head again. Minho just grins. Everyone else acts like its the funniest joke they've ever heard.

"Guys it really wasn't that funny." I say, trying to hide my annoyance.

"Yes...it....was." Kate gasps through her tears of laughter. "Just the thought of....." She starts laughing again, and thankfully can't finish her sentence.

"Oh whatever," I say pretending to pout, when really I'm trying not to smile.

"I'm...sorry" Kate says, still laughing hysterically, everyone else has pretty much stopped, but not her.

"No your not."

"Your right, I'm not." She says her laughter fading to a quiet chuckle. "But your face was priceless." She snickers.

"whatever, come on Kate I think you need some rest, you're seriously jacked in the head," I say, practically dragging her away from the table. She turns around and winks at Minho, before finally following me upstairs. Why does everyone suddenly think me and Minho are a thing? He barely even talks to me, well besides to tease me.

Whatever, I'll figure it out tomorrow. Oh right....I have to run tomorrow, well, that should be interesting.