It’s been one day since you’d been rushed into the Medhut after breaking your ankle while you were Running in the Maze. Now, you’re sat on a cot when Newt and Thomas walk into the Medhut.

“There’s our little Runner,” Newt says, teasing and affectionate, as he pauses at the doorway.

Thomas tilts his head, face scrunched with concern. “You okay?”