You were the only girl in the Glade, one of the first original ten to be brought to the Maze. Alongside Alby: the leader, and Newt: the second in command, you were one of the principal three figures of authority. Alby was the leader, Newt was the one making sure everyone followed the leader's rules, and you were the emotional support figure —any and every injury, sickness, or emotional burden was shared with you since girls were (by nature) much more gentler and understanding than boys.

And then there was Gally, a cocky and hot-heated —and slightly short-tempered— boy that often believed that he had control over everything simply because he was one of the Keepers. The keeper of the builders.

Today you were reorganizing medical supplies in the medical hut when the door to it opened to reveal Gally holding his —slighty blood-stained— lef hand with his right. His dark blonde hair was slightly messed up from working with the builders all morning long, he looked slightly reluctant to be there and ask for help, Gally had always been one to want to prove to others he was the strongest of them all, but he knew he'd risk getting his wound infected if he treated himself.

"I wasn’t looking and... I hammered a nail into my hand.” Gally murmured bashfully, holding up the bloody body hand with a grimace. Your eyebrows raised at that, seeing the metallic working instrument dented into his skin as you gently guided him to sit next to you on the medical bed in the hut —the only actual bed in the whole Glade—. When you said it was going to hurt taking the nail out, he quickly shut you off with a self-suficient. "I'm a big boy, I think I can handle it" Waving his healthy hand in a dismisive way, even if he deep down knew that it was going to hurt like hell —more than it was hurting by now— and that he wasn't going to be able to handle it, but he would die before admiting that to you.