This chapter will be from both Minho and Tamara's POV. I'll just bold the characters name before I start their POV. So enjoy this update!
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-Tamara-
I awake to the sudden feeling of cold pressed against my back. My eyes snap open and are met with the brightness of the light above my head. The light flickered in my eyes and my heart rate quickened as I saw a group of what looked like scientists approach my body.
I try to move, I try to scream, I try to tell them to not touch me but it was all useless. I couldn't speak, and I couldn't get off the table I was laying on. The scientists grab many sharp needles and my eyes widen. What were they planning on doing to me? Were they going to kill me? Why am I even here? How did I even get here?
A shadow casts over my form and I hear a voice say "Don't worry Tamara, Wicked is Good." I remember hearing something similar to those words way back sometime. I don't remember when, but I just remember.
My mind flashes back and in a flash of light, I remember. It was actually quite the opposite, instead of being surrounded by people that are saying that wicked is good, I was surrounded by people that were frantically whispering in my ear that Wicked is bad.
"What?" I ask myself nervously. What is wicked? Who is wicked? Are they good or bad? My mind flooded with confusing thoughts that crowded my brain giving me a headache the ache only growing by the second.
The scientists came closer to me holding a syringe up to my eyeball bringing it closer and closer ever so slowly. "Don't worry, this won't hurt a bit." They say as they ease the syringe into one of the blood vessels in my eye. As they pierce my eye a horrible pain I've never felt before radiates throughout my body starting from my head and shooting towards the tip of my toes.
I feel a craze overcome me, and this sudden hunger to kill. I scream again but this time it's unearthly, like I'm not even human anymore. Out of nowhere I shouted. "I'm a crank! I'm a bloody crank!"
I shoot up from my position in Minho's bed, my breath heavy, my eyes widened in fear, and sweat slipping down my forehead. It was a nightmare, it was just a nightmare.
But what the literal shuck was a crank! The are they zombies? Except they call themselves cranks? She sighed deeply letting her head fall in her hands. Thank god it was just a nightmare.
I hear a knock on my door and my heart rate quickens, still spooked from the bloody nightmare. "Hello?" She asks alertly.
"Bloody chill Tamara, it's your best friend Newt." He said walking in without my permission. "You okay?"
I shake my head chuckling softly. "Don't worry about it, it was just a nightmare. A really weird bad nightmare." He looks at me and I could see the curiosity sparking in his cute innocent little eyes, so I quickly add a little something. "But I barely remember anything from the dream anymore for some odd reason. All I remember was that it scared the living Grievers out of me."
He shrugged. "Well anyway, it's time for your next job testing. Your going to be with Clint and Jeff, the med-jacks." He paused for a while before smirking that adorable smirk of his. "You'll be helping heal Minho today." He wiggled his eyebrows and winked the most obvious wink in the history of the glade.
I laughed and shook my head in denial. "What was that obvious wink for?"
"Oh, just that i'm almost positive you will enjoy your time today. You can go ahead and go there now, Clint and Jeff are waiting." And with that he walks out shutting the door and giving me some privacy.
I shake my head sighing. How da klunk did Newt know my secret? Did he know that I had tiny feelings for Minho before I knew? Did I make it obvious to everyone except myself? Smooth girl, real smooth.
I relax my mind and go up to Minho's drawers searching for any clothes that might fit me. After 5 minutes of finding all over-sized t-shirts I decided to wear his over-sized clothing and just figure out a way to make it work.
I picked out a white t-shirt that was surprisingly clean, and some beige cargo pants. He had a whole drawer full of cargo pants. Poor guy, must be the only kind of pants he owns.
I then took another white shirt and tore it in half wrapping one of the pieces of shirt across my upper decency and tying it in the back. that would have to do for the moment.
I took the over half and tied it the best I could to make it to wear I could wear it to cover my lower decency. I then threw on the shirt and cargo pants tucking in the large shirt under the pants. After that was all done I smiled proud of my creativity.
I slipped on my socks and shoes, running outside quickly to the homestead. Knowing how most of the boys showered in the morning, I decided that I would shower in the evenings instead of the morning. I knocked on the homesteads door lightly before walking in and pausing in the waiting room.
Before long Clint was walking down the stairs with a familiar smile. "Well hello again Tamara, You got lucky and your time has come to work as a Med-Jack. Your task today will be with Minho. Speaking if him, is that his shirt?" I blush and nod. He shrugs and walks around tells me the basics of taking care of people here in the glade.
He shows me some of the medicines for the most common issues and then leads me upstairs to Minho's room. "I think you'll do great." He tells me before opening his door and then leaving me and him alone.
Minho
The Homestead was the last place I expected to be. I never got sick, never got hurt. I was practically invincible! But here I am, on a bed that dozens of sick people have probably laid on.
I look out the window by my bed and smirk seeing my favorite greenie walking towards the homestead. And she was wearing my clothes! I had to admit, she almost looked as good as me. My eyes linger on her body and I didn't regret it one bit. It was so worth it. But why was she here in the first place? Shouldn't she be working somewh...
I stop myself with a grin. She must've been called to see if being a Med-Jack was the job for her. Dang I was one lucky shank. I feel a sharp pain in my arm as I lean on it to 'get a better view' and I fall back on my bed wincing in pain.
Just a few minutes later I heard footsteps on the stairs leading up to my room, and the door opens revealing Tamara, just the girl I wanted to see. When she walked in I forced a frown.
"Why the shuck are you here?" Her face turned from content, to shock, to sadness, to anger. My face split into a grin and I couldn't hold it back anymore as I threw my head back and laughed. "Sorry, I didn't mean it, I'm glad you of all people are here."
She crossed her arms over her chest and smirked. "Is that your ever so familiar sarcasm I sense?"
I shook my head chuckling. "No, I mean it." I say my face growing more serious. "I'm really happy that you got stuck with me today. And get to take care of me until I get better." I grin. "And I'm sure every shank else in this glade feels the same way." I say rolling my eyes.
I would never admit it, but I was jealous. I knew that everyone here thought that Tamara was beautiful, and since the new greenie girl that I met that basically came from a griever has arrived, things have been easier on me. Less shanks have been looking 'hungrily' at my girl.
She rolls her eyes a grin creeping across her face. "Just shut up and let me take care of you Minho." She goes to the sink beside by bedside and opens up the cabinet above it, grabbing a wash cloth and soaking it in warm water. She sets the wet cloth on the side and then turns back to me.
"Okay Minho, don't take this the wrong way, but I need you to take off your shirt."
I smirked profusely. "Oh so your telling me to strip?" I laugh while she turns around hiding the blush that I already saw. She took a few breaths and answered.
"Yes Minho. I'm taking care of you, remember? That requires washing your upper body. I won't do the lower body because I think that'll be too much for me to do to you." She smirks and turns back towards me grabbing the ends of my shirt and tugging it upwards.
And don't get me wrong, I was enjoying every last bit of it. My breath hitched when her soft fingers brushed against my amazing abs as a little spark of electricity traveled through me making its way all across my body. Why did her touch do this to me? I regained my breathing and let her completely take off my shirt.
"I'm going to wash your stomach, your back, and your lower arms, and then I'll tend to your wound okay? I won't let you leave here still injured." She told me her big bright blue eyes shining and with a warm soothing voice I've never heard from her before.
For the first time it actually sounded like she really cared. He never realized it until now, but he was absolutely positive now. There was no more denying it anymore. He loved Tamara.
Ugh, sorry for the late update, but I caught the flu the past week and haven't been able to update. Sorry guys. Anyway, hopefully I'll be able to double update for you guys. Or update sooner than usual to make up for this late update. I don't like having to make you guys wait so long for just another sucky update. But at least I try... So yeah! How did you guys like this chapter? I know I said it would be long, but this is only basically part one. The real fun is in the next chapter. Hopefully I'll get that chapter up sooner than this one. I love you all that have been reading my book! I literally never expected this book to get this many reads this soon! If you liked this chapter then don't forget to vote! And comment too, I love hearing feedback. And my Instagram is @netflixandminho you guys should follow me❤️😂