"So is it official that you're the next subject entering?" the boy asked.
                          
"Yep. These are my last few days," I told them. "I'll see you at dinner." I walked towards the door of the room, but before I rounded the corner out of it the girl stopped me.
                          
"Emmy?"
                          
"Yeah?" 
                          
"They told me, by the way. It's us. We're one of the groups getting activated." 
                          
***
                          
The boy. The girl. The swipe. Activated? So many things that I couldn't make sense of. What was so special about our group being activated? And what did our group mean? Were there other groups...? Meaning other mazes?
                          
I sat up slowly, taking a deep breath, running my fingers through my hair. This was all too much information to comprehend. I couldn't bring myself to tell Newt or anyone about this yet, the only people I'd want to dicuss it with are the boy and girl from my dreams. Their faces were always a little off: blurred or simply just never there, or it was only their voices I could faintly hear. As usual, so many questions, yet no answers.
                          
As I ran my hands through my hair again, dirt and grease coated my fingers. Yep, definitely time to wash it. The time was still pretty early and most of the boys were still fast asleep, including Chuck. I grabbed my towel and headed to the showers, enjoying the peace that you're rewarded with along with an early wake-up. 
                          
Chuck was beyond excited to receive breakfast, apparently bacon was his favourite. He was also the centre of attention, being the greenie, and also now the youngest kid here. He was pretty much now everyone's little brother.
                          
Newt sat down by us, ruffling the kid's hair as he did. "How was your night Chuck?" he asked kindly.  
                          
"Great," Chuck answered, his mouth full of food. I laughed at the sight, whilst Newt rolled his eyes, although he too was smiling. 
                          
After breakfast, I gave Chuck a tour of the glade, and he soon set off to try out jobs, starting with the gardeners, leaving me alone. 
                          
The moment he'd gone, I groaned in pain at the growing ache in my leg. It had to get better some time soon, I wanted to get straight back into the maze as soon as possible. The open maze doors surrounding me were almost taunting me, telling me to go back out there. 
                          
Soon, I thought. Soon I'll be back out there. 
                          
But for now I needed to the medjacks because blood was beginning to soak through the bandage on my leg. I limped the short distance to it from where I was and explained what was wrong to Jeff. 
                          
As he peeled the bandage off from my leg which he'd hoisted up on a chair, he grimaced at the sight of my injury. "I know, it's not pretty is it?" I spoke, trying to lighten the mood- also making myself feel better about the situation. Although when the keeper of the medjacks finds your wound gross to look at then you know it's bad. He leaned down closely, inspecting where the fresh blood was beginning to seep through the sewn skin.
                          
"I'm gonna have to replace these stitches and clean it again, if that's okay?" I nodded.
                          
"Go ahead."
                          
Jeff gently began cutting through and removing the stitches on my leg, revealing the impact of a griever sticking it's leg in your own in all its glory. "It's healed over your muscle tissue, so that's a good sign," he reassured me, keeping a fresh new gauze pressed over it to stop any bleeding. He then hastily cleaned it, me attempting to ignore the extremely uncomfortable stinging sensation with fail. He stitched it back up, which wasn't as painful as the cleaning, before re-applying a bandage tightly. 
                          
"Just be careful walking with it for now, I'd stay off work for a few weeks at the most- I'll let Alby know why your not working don't worry. But importantly, definitely no running for a while, okay?"
                          
"Understood," I told him, thanking him then limping out. 
                          
The news of me not being able to go running for a while had left me down: that was my favourite thing to do here. Alright, what now...? My thoughts went straight to Newt, so that's where I headed to. 
                          
I headed to the gardens, taking in the smell of fresh greenery and flowers, walking- well still limping- through the rows of crops and working gladers. I smiled proudly at seeing Chuck hard at work alongside Zart. "Is he working hard?" I questioned as I passed. 
                          
"Yup," Zart replied, watching Chuck pull some potatoes out the ground. 
                          
I took another look around, before finding who I was looking for.
                          
Newt was working hard by himself to one side, his hoodie tied around his waist, leaving him in a tan-colurex undershirt. His mouth was pressed into a straight line of concentration as he forced his shovel into a tough patch of ground. "Hey," I called to him as I approached. He looked up, his eyes lighting up when they met mine. 
                          
"Where have you been?" he asked, giving me a questioning look.
                          
"Needed a new dressing on my leg," I answered, lifting it up so he could see the bandage was new. 
                          
"Ah, aight," he spoke, a little out of breath from work.
                          
"I have to stay off work for a bit," I told him. "No running for a while." His eyes widened at me.
                          
"After what happened, you still wanna carry on as a runner?" he questioned, sounding quite shocked.
                          
"Yeah, obviously."
                          
"You're braver than me, I'll give you that. If I were you right now I'd be bloody terrified of going back in there." 
                          
"Whether I'm scared or not, I have to go back out there. I won't be able to rest 'till that maze is solved." He nodded in understanding. 
                          
"As long as you're careful, I really don't want to lose you." I hesitated with my response for a moment, considering whether to talk to him about my dreams, but I decided against it, and pulled him into a hug instead. 
                          
"Don't worry, you won't lose me," I told him. "Promise me I won't lose you?" He placed a gentle kiss to the top of my head. 
                          
"Promise."