"πβπ π€ππππ ππ ππ πππππ..." Was what left his lips when he saw the large black wings attached to your back with gold dusting the tips, while on a run in the maze. A large metal creature was next to you, it was the size of a tiger but it was a creature you could trust; calling it Zen.
After a few minutes of staring, he noticed how you would lean against your companion for support, how your leg was shattered, and how one of your wings were torn. Your breathing was ragged in the cool air of the eerie labyrinth and the leg that wasn't shattered looked just about ready to give up, then it did, your body gave up with it.
He ran over immediately and picked you up in his arms despite the growls from Zen that soon stopped once he realized he wasn't a threat and he followed him back to the Glade where Clint and Jeff could treat your wounds.
Timeskip to 3 hours after you were found (9:00pm)
You slowly open your eyes and find yourself in an unfamiliar room of medical supplies; wrapped in bandages and wearing a hoodie that smelled of blood, sweat, wood chips, and some kind of plant. You walk outside to see Zen playing with a large group of boys, having to lean against the wall for support due to the pain in your wrapped up leg. You hear a rough, deep voice next to you, one with an American accent.
"You should be in bed, shuck face."
When you turn to look at him, you come to face to face with a guy roughly around your age with arched eyebrows, a dark brown buzz cut, a toned body and no shirt, scars that proved he wasn't just physically strong, a scent that was identical to the scent of the hoodie you were wearing, and a name that you'd later find out to be 'Gally.'