Remembrance (Newt X Reader)

Chapter 2~ My Name ISN'T Greenie

"Something wrong, shank?" The word had slipped from your mouth, so naturally, it took you a moment to process what you had just said.

Newt raised an eyebrow.

"How--" but he was cut off as the door was swung open, so violently, it was almost ripped off its hinges. A dark, lanky boy stomped in, looking annoyed.

"Newt, I don't mean any disrespect, but visiting time's over. She needs sleep." He didn't at all sound like he meant no disrespect, and Newt glared at him, looking like he wanted to say more, but after a moment, closed his mouth and strode from the room without argument.

"I'm Jeff, by the way, one of the Med-Jacks." the boy told you. You mumbled a "hmm", the memory flooding back to you almost instantaneously. Him, and someone named Clint, you recalled. "Now, you should be restin'."

Sighing, you let your head fall back onto the soft pillow you'd been provided with.

You were out in minutes.

***

Left. Right. Left.

You turned corner after corner, stone walls rushing past you in a blur of grey and green.

Right, left, left.

A loud screech sounded, echoing like someone would sound yelling down a long tunnel. Still, you didn't slow. You felt an urgency to reach the end.

Metal ground against metal, getting slower and closer with your every turn. A thump behind you, Stone cracking and falling to the ground. You didn't change your pace, or even pause to look around. Keep moving forward.

Left, right, right, left.

"(Y/N)!" Someone was shaking your shoulder roughly. "(Y/N)!" You forced your eyes open, then looked away and threw your hands over your eyes to shield them from the bright light beating down on you.

Jeff stood by your bed, holding a steaming bowl in one hand, and a metal cup of water in the other. He smiled when he saw you were awake.

"You're next to impossible to wake up," he said with a light chuckle. You didn't say anything, just reached out as he handed you the bowl. You pushed yourself into a sitting position so that you could eat.

"Must be starvin' Greenie. Slept the day away, you did."

You brought the soup to your dry lips, sipping it and relishing the taste, as the warm broth trickled down your throat. It felt as though energy was already flowing back into your body.

You quickly polished the rest off, and moved to guzzling down the icy water.

"You haven't lived till you've tasted Frypan's cooking," he said, smiling. "He can make a gourmet meal out of pine cones and string."

You shifted up higher in your spot, glancing around the tiny shack, and wondered when you'd be let go. As if he'd read your mind, Jeff spoke: "You should be good to go soon. Your head's healed nicely, just needed a bit of rest and some food." You were glad for that, as you'd began to get restless after staying still for so long -- not to mention you wanted some answers about where the heck you were, and why you knew all of these boys you'd never met before.

Wiping your mouth on your sleeve, you leaned over, set the cup down the table beside your bed, and swung your feet over the side of the mattress, shivering as you bare feet made contact with the icy floor.

"Here are your shoes," Jeff said, tossing a pair of plain black tennis shoes at your feet.

"Thanks."

"I'll find Alby and tell him you're up and about now. He'll give you the tour." He turned to leave, pausing to mutter, "Not that you'll need it..." before letting the door swing closed behind him. You didn't know what to do, so you just sat, your gaze shifting across the scattered shelves and small, unidentifiable bottles leaning haphazardly on their sides. Outside, you could hear the faint bustle of activity as Gladers went about their work.

Gladers... You'd never even heard the word before... so why did it sound so familiar?

"There she is!" Alby's booming voice tore you from your thoughts. You smiled and waved as he walked over to you. "Ready for the tour?" he asked as you stood up. He was a good foot taller than you, so you had to look up at him when you spoke.

"Sure," was all you said, more wanting him to answer the millions of questions buzzing around in your brain than anything, but you decided it'd be wiser to just go along with it, and wait until the right time came.

He led you outside and into the bright sunlight. You blinked rapidly, the sudden flash momentarily blinding you.

The boys around the Glade all stopped and stared as Alby and you walked across the field. Your face burned and you kept your eyes on the ground the whole way.

"That over there is where we grow our food," he started, pointing to a large patch of grass over to one side. Tall wooden structures stood towering above it, vines and plants inching up it like they were trying to reach out for the sun. A few boys were working in the garden, weeding and picking plump pieces of fruit off the vines. Alby went on to explain all about the Track-hoes and their jobs harvesting the food.

You hardly caught any of it.