The Second-In-Command visited the Med-hut daily, constantly checking up on you for God knows what. It was sweet that he cared, though, even if he’d never admit it.

You heard the noises of the floorboards creaking, then someone clearing their throat. Turning around, you were faced with a blonde boy and a wry, familiar grin.

“Well, don’t ya’ look like klunk.” Newt chuckled, before crossing his arms. He had a point, there was dried blood all over you from treating injured Gladers.