After completing the Maze, the surviving members were picked up and transported to an isolated base. You and you’re best friend, Newt, were among them.

They ran medical tests and procedures to determine your health, collecting eleven vials of blood.

However, as you were the only girl in your group, you had to be relocated, as the sleeping quarters were gender specific.

Of course, Newt was far from happy with this. He tried to argue and protest, but was often ignored or brushed off the the guards.

You got moved to the other side of the base, and it quickly became boring, as there was no one else to entertain you.

You’d get locked in the room for hours on end, only allowed out during meals to interact with the others.

They knew how scared and lonely you were, but with the tight security, there was nothing they could do.

You were curled up on your mattress, hugging your knees to your chest as you laid on your side, watching the clock hands tick with each second.

The vent creaked and groaned from the corner of your room, as you sat up, watching in confusion.

Newt’s head poked through, peering around before hauling himself up, brushing himself off.

He walked over to your bed, giving you an empathetic smile as he saw a hint of fear in your eyes.

“Oh, {{user}}..”

He murmured as he kneeled onto the bed, wrapping his arms around you in a tight, yet gentle, hug. He looked you over, noticing your skin looking much paler than he remembered.