The girl awoke with a start, a sharp gasp accompanying her unpleasant awakening. She groaned and brought a hand to her hair. What a mess. She started to sit up, but her body began to swing back and forth. She loses her balance a bit, but she manages not to fall. Wait, how did she get here? Her eyes widen and dart around her body, searching for any difference that showed that something could have happened last night. The only change was that het shoes were taken off. Thank God...
The first thing she felt was an intense thirst. Then her head started to hurt, her mouth tasted bitter, and her eyes strung too tightly to the back of her head. Her teeth felt weird and junky, and her stomach burned. Her back started to ache in the way that made you want someone to literally jump onto it, cracking it until it went numb. The backs of her knees groaned, and it went all the way to her forehead and to her brain, which had been replaced with what she assumed was pure alchhol to feed her lingering hangover. And lots of needles and pins. That must explain why it hurt to think, she thought. Ouch. Not only did her eyes feel tightly wound into the base of her skull, but they were nailed there. Hard. Anything louder than the sound of silence violated her pain threshold. As consciousness came around, she began to wish she were dead.
Then, to add onto the beautiful hangover, her stomach squeezes and twist in pain. Within seconds, the pale, dry grass beneath her is fertilized with the former contents of her stomach. I'm so weak, not even able to hold...how much did I drink? Two? Three? She thought to herself.
No, she had to have drank much more than just two or three, those are all the only drinks she remembers. She eventually finds her way to her feet, pursing her lips shut. Stumbling, she tried to make my way to Homestead. The sun has just started to rise over the great walls, and a warm glow lurked across Glade. Upon her journey to Homestead, she came across a small cluster of hammocks and sleeping bags, all empty, except for a few.
Newt just so happens to be one of those few. Loser. She smiled internally. Hypocrite. She was harshly reminded of that herd of stampeding elephants in her frontal cortex. Unable to wait out the pain, her head falls heavily into the palms of her hands. Her eyes close instinctively, shielding themselves from the piercing light outside.
" Greenie?" A voice behind the girl startled her. She made a half-hearted attempt to greet the Glader, already knowing who it was.
"Come on, I can get you something for the hangover." Of course, Alby didn't have a hangover.
Feeling like her brain was bleeding, and the earth was falling off its axis, she waved Alby away dismissively, "I'm fine."
The Glader crouched down next to her. It was only then she realized that she was back on the ground.
The girls stomach begins a series of pirouettes, the remaining contents of her stomach moving in sync with each other until they reached an opening. That opening was her mouth. Onto the ground. Maybe she should be a gardener, with all this fertilizing.
" You just missed wake up," Alby spoke slowly, displeasure clear in this voice. "You, Newt, and a few others were the only ones who got really drunk. Most weren't slintheads and remembered we still work here."
Upon hearing that, she responded with a humorless chuckle, her throat desert dry and sandpaper sharp.
"Shocker," She mumbled sarcastically. The Glader straightened himself out and sighed harshly, and then proceeded to curse under his breath.
"I see an attitude is still intact," he said, piqued by her response. "You're lucky we let you sleep in. That hammock won't be your permanent bed, either." He continued; his voice leveled out to the point where it sounded like he wasn't obviously judging me.
"I don't know how you ended up in Newt's hammock, but we will give you a room in the Homestead with the other Keepers." The girl felt a strong hand wrap around her forearm. A small groan left her lips as Alby attempted to haul her up, her feet slugged themselves lazily beneath herself, bearing her weight appallingly.
She smiled weakly, thinking back briefly to the night before. The British Glader had warned her, along with the sober Alby, to stop drinking, but she distinctly remembered Newt himself couldn't walk in a straight line any better than she could.
Cringing, she ran her fingers down her hair, dispersing the nasty tangles. "That's nice." She hummed absently, looking around the Glade. Alby looked at her, a jaded and serious look in his eyes.
The Glade was deserted. Alby and the girl made their way to the makeshift kitchen. The kitchen was small but had everything one needed to make a hearty meal. A big oven, a microwave, a dishwasher, a couple of tables. It seemed old and run-down but clean. Seeing the appliances and the familiar layout made the girl feel as if memories—real, solid memories—were right on the edge of her mind. But again, the essential parts were missing—names, faces, places, events. It was maddening. They arrive and find a table near the back, missing the first wave of Gladers bound for the food the cook had to offer. She assumed the entire Glade was there, but almost all were tired and silent.
"Work starts a few hours late these days. The communal hangover the shuck-faces share is usually the reason." Alby sighs, waiting for the girl to sit, and walking off after mumbling a quick "be right back with some shucking food." The girl yawns, unaware of the side glances she receives from the other Gladers. Only foggy memories of the night before come back, causing her to blush in embarrassment. Were they staring because of something she did and didn't remember?
The old, wooden front door to the kitchen was haphazardly shoved open, and aggressively slammed shut. The loud noise pulled the girls attention and tweaks her headache. Newt walks into the kitchen, wincing at the sound he caused, his feet stumbling to keep his weight up, his eyes are hooded and clouded over with tiredness. He held a well-defined scowl on his face.
" Well, you look like shit," The girl mumbled as he sits down. He looks up, raising an eyebrow.
" Careful, you aren't much better." His heavily accented voice snaps back.
" I mean, you probably aren't wrong." She sighed, rubbing at her temples, and she chuckled at herself. "But-"
" Oh, please don't patronize me, Greenie." Newt snaps, running a hand down his face. The Brit cursed under his breath, his brows furrowed deeply, and forehead creased in displeasure. The girl forced a grin, and Newt just stared; a blank expression plastered across his face.
"Well..." She began slowly, watching as his face started to relax, "...I hope the grass under your hammock blooms."
The Glader opened his eyes slightly, his brown eyes glaring at the girl through tiny slits. When the realization hit him, he threw his head back and groaned, muttering something like 'you've got to be bloody kidding me'. Sheepishly, the girl made a tired attempt of a smile and leaned back a bit, satisfied.
A sudden body hauled onto the seat next to the girl, the boy resting his head on his bent elbow, his body leaned towards the girls. She blinked a few times, picking up her plastic chair with her hands and hopping towards Newt." Do you mind? "He looks up slightly, rolling his angular eyes.
" Chill, Greenie." He replies harshly, letting his head fall back on his arms. Minho, she believed, was his name. One of the only sober moments she remembered. Letting out a shaking sigh, she propped and elbow on the table and let the empty hand hold her ever-aching head.
A plate of food was suddenly thrown at the table in front of her, startling the sleepy girl a bit.
"Eat." Alby ordered, peering over the table, his eyes darting from the girl, to Minho, to Newt," all of you." he finishes and throws a few more sandwiches on the girl's plate, before leaving.
The girl pushes her food away with a disgusted groan. Her stomach protested any food, nothing could stop that, and hoped she wouldn't offend the leader.
" Thanks, but" she laid both her elbow she in the table and laid her head in them, ", no thanks. I'm going back to sleep."
Newt held back a laugh, but realized she was serious. "You're going to sleep...here?"
"Mhm." She closed her eyes, already feeling herself fall out of consciousness.
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A/N- day two lol
-c