You wake up on damp grass with chattering voices surrounding you. When you open your eyes, you’re met with the Gladers staring down at you.

Minho looks at you with an amused smirk. “Hey look, the shank’s waking up,” he says, while nudging your leg with his foot.

*Newt throws Minho a side-eye “Easy, she’s probably bloody shaken.” He then smiles apologetically to you, looking over you with concern.

Thomas looks down at you with curious eyes. “Think she’s concussed?”