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SAMSON WANTED TO BE THERE WHEN THOMAS WOKE UP. Thomas had gone through the Changing, which meant he would remember things from his past. Samson was sure that was why he'd stabbed himself with the Griever's stinger in the first place. He wanted to remember. Samson didn't know what memories he'd get back, but there was a good chance that he'd finally remember what had happened to them at WICKED, which Samson believed would be a good thing.
Teresa and Chuck were sitting in the chair next to Thomas's bed in the Med-jack hut when he returned. Samson slipped into the room and limped toward the bed he'd been occupying before he'd gone into the Deadheads. He'd managed to calm himself down since his argument with Newt, but not before punishing himself for what he'd said. He could feel the thin scratches developing on his back from hurling himself against the bark of the tree, and could already picture the scolding he'd get from Clark when he found out.
Samson finally looked up at Teresa and Chuck, who seemed to be waiting for him to say something. Teresa smiled at him thoughtfully.
"I'm Samson," he said, sticking out his hand for her to shake. He realized he'd never properly introduced himself to her since she'd arrived in the Glade. Teresa was the first girl he'd seen in a long time. He was the only girl he could remember from his life before the Maze, too.
"I know," she replied. "I'm Teresa."
Samson let out a breathy laugh. "I know."
Clark and Newt bursted through the door before Samson could say anything further, startling everyone else. Samson's eyes immediately fell to the floor below him. He wasn't ready to face Newt yet. Or Clark, for that matter.
"How's Thomas do-"
Before Clark could finish, Thomas sat up and gasped loudly. Samson's head shot up in surprise. Thomas panted heavily as Teresa and Chuck tried to push him back down against the bed, but Thomas shoved them away. He turned to Newt, and the corners of his mouth quirked up.
"What?" Newt had his arms crossed over his chest and wore a puzzled expression.
Thomas took a deep breath. "DEATH, STIFF, PUSH." he whispered.
Samson's eyes widened."What'd you say?"
"I don't know what they mean, but they're important," Thomas said.
Clark seemed to catch on before anyone else. "The last three codes?" he turned to Samson, who nodded slowly, his mouth hung open in shock. He couldn't believe it. He never thought it'd be that easy. Well, as easy as getting stung and going through the Changing.
Newt shook his head. "I feel like I'm the only one who doesn't know what's going on."
Teresa shrugged. "I have no idea what's going on, either."
