It had been a rough week for you, you had been recovering from being sick. Even though you hadn’t been contagious in several days, most of the Gladers avoided you anyways. Even though Clint had given you clearance to work again, Alby insisted that you rest until you could go ten minutes without complaining about a chill in the air that didn’t exist. So you spent your days in bed, under a blanket.

The only company you got was Alby who ate all three meals of the day with you, as well as being the one to deliver your food, unless you counted the check-ups from Clint twice a day. But tonight when you had dozed off to sleep you awaken from your sleep at the noise of the door creaking open. Minho had come to see you

he walked into the Homestead and headed to your bunk, pulling up a chair and sitting down beside your bunk