Gally and Newt were quick to follow me. The others poured out the homesteads door. Boys running over to the box like a raging river. I was the first there. Collapsing softly onto the ground as I tried to catch my breath. God I hate running. Gally finally caught up. Newt fought through the limp and joined him.

"Ha ha I was faster than you." I heaved breathlessly. Gally pulled me back onto my feet, dusting me off.

"Stay out of the way or I'll lock you in the treehouse." He threatened sternly, pushing me aside lightly. I stuck my tongue out at him, taking solace in the concrete platform lining the elevator doors.

SHWING

They parted, allowing the cage's top grate to surface. Newt and Gally neared the doors, pulling them back.

"Hey be careful..." I trailed off as gladers swarmed the area. They stared down, perplexed. Like confused dogs, craning their necks ever so slightly. I creeped up behind Gally, brushing my arm against his. "What is it...Gal?" I hoped throwing the nickname in would soothe him. Then I peered over."What...oh my God!"

It was a girl.

All reason was thrown out the window and I snuck around Gally, jumping down into the box before Newt could do it himself. As I circled her I realized something. It all came to fruition. I knew her. She was the girl from my dream.

My dream girl.

I marveled at how familiar her features were. Kneeling down I examined her unconscious body. Drinking in every curve and detail. Her lips, the color of rose, slightly parted. Letting little breathe escape her. Smooth skin rolling in alabaster plains. All wrapped up in pants and a baggy white over shirt. She was so peaceful.

"Hell yeah! Now we got two girls!" One guy guffawed, ruining the moment.

"Okay now I definitely call dibs on this one."

"Oh come on." Someone complained. "You called dibs on y/n last time!"

"Well that's before they were an idiot who chose..." He realized the exact boy he was talking about was right behind him. Giving the nastiest glare. I could practically see the kid gulp.

"Shut your fucking mouth." I ordered, giving Gally a quick glance of sympathy. "All of you. Have some fucking respect for once, she's not even awake!" The boys looked around awkwardly as if being scolded by their mothers.

"What's in her hand?" Gally asked. I turned my attention back to the girl. Sure enough, delicate fingers tipped with rouge, curled themselves around a slip of paper. Unfurling them, I stole it from her, reading it out loud.

"She's the last one ever." Contemplating, I didn't exactly get it. What kind of message were the creators trying to send to us? "The fuck does that mean?" I asked out loud. Unable to help myself.

A huge air filled gasp sucked itself through the girl's lungs, startling us. Oh fuck. I almost jumped in fright. In fairness, so did everyone else.

Her head shot up, a pair of fiery blue eyes greeted me. They were her most notable feature. Drawing contrast with her skin. Holy shit she's really up. For real. What would she do? What would she say.

"Thomas!" She gasped, turning to her side to see me. That's when I knew it. She knew me too. Sapphire eyes burning with recollection, the girl clasped the front of my shirt with unexpected strength. With her other hand she slipped a hand on my cheek. Holding it. Her hands were cold. Icy. "It's you..." With that, those pretty blue eyes rolled themselves back into her head. Lids blanketing themselves back over them.

The crowd was split. Half were glaring at Thomas. The other half staring me down. Gally couldn't decide which one to choose. Alternating between us both. The quiet was sickening. Horrid. So...I laughed.

"Well, shit happens. Thomas looks like you got an advantage over all the other guys. Lucky you. Anyways, Clint and Jeff, let's get her to the med room. Okay?"

"Sure." Clint nodded, letting the others know everything was fine. Okay. Great, even. Totally wasn't like the girl from my dream recognized me too. Everything was fine.

Maybe.

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"Alright just set her on my bed." I picked up a lock of my hair, twirling it for the fiftieth time. Clint and Jeff laid her down, body draping itself on the soft blankets. "Since med room is occupied by Alby, you guys can use my treehouse for her. We can all take shifts between her, freetime, and Alby. I'll take the first one for her."

"Sounds great." Jeff agreed. "I'll take Alby first. Hopefully we can make him feel better or do something." They waved goodbye, leaving me and the girl alone. I pulled up a chair next to her. Just ready to wait.

Then that got boring.

So I started talking to her like she was awake.

"Hi." I extended a hand into her limp one. Shaking it. "Y/n, pleasure to meet you. Can't say the same thing about that handshake though."

No response.

"Eh, we'll have to work on it then." I let her hand at peace. My eyes lingered on her face. Her own lidded eyes crowned by thick dark brows. "You got some pretty nice peepers by the way. Very blue..."

Silence.

I leaned forward, elbows propped on my knees. "So you in a coma or something?"

Quiet.

"Cool! Yeah, very cool. I always figured comas would be fucking lit. I mean you just sit there and sleep. Kinda the life man." I reached a hand out, entangling my fingers through her hair. Brushing it I just let the silence envelope us. It was a dark dark brown, almost black, that shrouded her face.

"Thomas." She mumbled in sleep.

"Shhh." I shushed, pulling a blanket over her. Leaning down to her freckled face I asked in a whisper. "Who are you pretty girl?"

Who are you?

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"There you go." I finally finished braiding her hair. All the locks woven together, held by an elastic. I set her head back on the pillow. "Looks good."

"Y/n." Minho burst through the door. "I gotta tell you about something-"

"Oh my God Minho, she's sleeping!" I whisper shouted.

"Isn't the whole point of being in a coma to wake up Genius?"

"Whatever." I sighed into my chair defeated. "What, what is it?" He closed the door, pacing over to me.

"You gotta promise to tell no one if you don't do it. Especially not Gally. Shuckface would burst a vessel if he found out what I was asking you to do."

"What is it Minho? Out with it already. You wanna another kiss or something? Because I can't do that-"

"No. Well yes, but not right now." He squared his shoulders, sitting on the edge of the bed. "A few of us." He revealed quietly. "Are going out to the maze to look at the dead griever, to investigate. You in?"

An offer. To get out of here. Just for a little while. To not be suffocated by these walls that grew closer and closer together with each passing day. Then I remembered something. Ben.

Minho and Ben had been friends. Close you know. They were both runners so it had kind of been inevitable. Ben had died. How was Minho not hanging on by a thread? Maybe he was. Maybe it just wasn't visible.

Before I could stop myself I had gotten out of the chair, embracing Minho in a tight warm hug. He flinched at first but eventually just let it happen. Sinking into my arms. His chin resting on my shoulder.

"I'm sorry about Ben."

"Wasn't your fault. Got nothin' to be sorry for." He pulled back, giving me my limbs again. "Now are you in?"

"Sure. Let's do it."