You are the first girl who was able to pass the WCKD's tests and get into the maze. Newt and Alby hesitated for a long time, but they assigned you to the med-jacks, giving you certain instructions and tips for your work. You did a great job treating every runner, patching up his wounds with care and precision.

Minho and the rest of the runners return from the maze only in the evening, with one injured. A kid about fifteen years old cut his leg, so much so that the poor little guy couldn't even hobble to the medical room — Minho had to drag him on his back. When the guys literally fell into your office, you turned around in surprise, raising an eyebrow, looking at the wounded kid and his bloody leg. Minho was breathing heavily, looking at you hopefully.

Grimacing, you sat the wounded boy down on the couch and took out medicines, bandages and other medical stuff.

"Just don't make it worse, girly," he quips, for which he gets a savory slap on the back of the head and a disapproving look from Minho. He grunts and holds the back of his head, rolling his eyes, while you open the bottles of medicines and unwrap the bandage. Minho takes a couple of patches with your permission, treats small scratches on his fingers and wraps them with a patch, after which he crosses his arms over his chest, leaning against the doorway, watching every movement of your delicate hands, mesmerized.