Sanction -Minho-

Chapter 1

Grace remembered when she came up in the box nearly three weeks ago. So much had happened since then. Being in the Glade was still overwhelming, but being the only girl was a whole other story. Alby had set ground rules pretty quickly, and after a few days, not many people stared anymore. She was thankful for that, but still, there were a few. It was easier to ignore them now.

Since her arrival she had been given a job, Med-Jack. It wasn't her first choice, but at the time, it seemed smart. Keeping her inside the Med-Jack hunt and away from curious eyes meant everyone could do their jobs. Clint and Jeff were the other two Med-jacks, and Grace loved being around them. Typically the only people who needed help were the Slicers, but occasionally a builder would stumble in. Clint was the Keeper of the Med-Jacks and took it upon himself to teach Grace everything he had learned, which wasn't much because they didn't have overly serious injuries. Any that were serious, well, they didn't speak about those.

The days were repetitive, but they kept a nice rhythm. Today Winston was inside the small hut, a particularly nasty cut on his hand. Clint and Jeff were both attending to it. Grace stood next to Jeff, watching as they fixed the injury.

The three were preoccupied with Winston that they hadn't noticed Newt walk in. He paused at the door, watching Grace closely. After a moment, he cleared his throat. The blonde girl glanced up and smiled seeing the boy. "Newt," Clint addressed him. "What can we do for you?"

He lifted his left hand, "scratched myself. Zart said I had to have it check it out."

Clint squinted as if he was trying to see the injury. However, it was too small, and they were too far away. "Okay," he muttered. "Grace, you can handle it."

The girl's heart dropped in her chest at the order. "By myself?"

Jeff laughed but quickly hid it with a cough. "Yeah?"

"Okay," she stuttered. Stepping around the group, she walked towards Newt. "Sit here."

"Whatever you say, She-Bean." Grace laughed at the nickname and grabbed a small tray of supplies. Once she had everything needed, she sat down beside him.

"Let me see."

Newt flipped his hand around showing what appeared to be a papercut. He didn't seem overly concerned about the injury, and that calmed her. "I feel honored to be your first patient." Grace bit her lip as she grabbed the cleaning pad. As soon as the pad touched his skin, Newt gasped.

Grace drew her hand back, "did I hurt you?" She instantly felt guilty, and her cheeks darkened in embarrassment.

"No," Newt laughed. "I'm just messing with you, Greenie."

Her body untensed, and she rolled her eyes. "Thanks." Regrabbing his hand, she felt no hesitation cleaning the wound. Newt stayed relatively still after that, letting Grace clean the minor injury. "How did you manage to do this?"

"Some bark," he brushed off the subject. It was clear it didn't matter. "Wasn't paying attention."

"Well," Grace set down her supplies. She grabbed a small bandage and put it over the mark. "Tell Frypan to let you have an extra scoop of soup tonight. Med-jacks orders."

"I'm sure that will go over well," Newt chuckled.

Grace shrugged, "worth a shot." Pulling her hands away, she smiled proudly. It was an easier injury, but it was her first on her own. Three weeks ago, she never imagined things turning out the way they had. It took her a full day to speak to anyone other than Newt. Now she was a fully trained Med-jack. "All done."

"Wow," Jeff turned to her. "You're already a real natural."

"Hey," she glared at him. "Slim it, Shuckhead."