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7. Where's the Third Amigo?

So much happening! Here we go again!

Question of the Chapter: Have you read 'the Fever Code' yet? What did you think?

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"Come in," Gally offers as he takes a step back to make a path for his fellow Gladers and their friends.

Lori doesn't know how to feel, since she didn't witness what the others had. She thought he had died when he ran out to the Grievers, but obviously not.

Everyone follows Thomas' lead into the dark, yet clean, room. The light has been blocked out by a blanket covering the window.

When Gally offers them a seat Lori kindly accepts, taking a seat beside Clara on the ground.

"You know Minho and Lori and Clara," Thomas begins awkwardly. Gally and Minho nod at each other, then Gally nods towards Lori, which she returns with a smile. He had been nice mostly, after he got to know her, and before WICKED took control of him.

"This is Brenda and Jorge. They're from WICKED but-"

"I know who they are," Gally butts in, not sound angry, but not happy either. Just . . . blunt. "Those shucks at WICKED gave me my past back. Without asking, I might add." His eyes remained on Minho, strangely focused. "Hey, you were real nice to me in out last Gathering. Thanks for that." That's why. His sarcasm wasn't subtle.

Minho had thrown Gally to the ground, threatening him with harsh words.

"I'd had a bad day," Minho replies flatly, not making it clear whether he too was being sarcastic, or was genuinely sorry for his actions.

"Yeah, well," Gally continues. "Let bygones be bygones, right?" His low chuckle after he finishes speaking contradicts his words. "And where's the third amigo? Surely you two are still together?" Gally asks, looking straight at Lori.

Newt. He is talking about Newt. Lori doesn't make eye contact; she doesn't want to have this conversation. Not again.

Gally waves off her ignoring him, smirking. "Don't worry, I was with WICKED when they brought you in. We spent some time together, but you obviously don't remember."

Lori looks up in shock, ready to ask more questions, but Minho rests a hand on her shoulder, a way of gently saying that 'now isn't the time'.

Thomas changes the subject, "I'm sorry for what I did, Gally." The two boys sat there staring at each other, Thomas' eyes not leaving the boy for a moment.

"You're sorry," Gally scoffs, more shocked than annoyed. "I killed Chuck. He's dead. Because of me."
The words just make Thomas look sad.

Lori looks over to him, eyes soft with understanding. "It wasn't your fault. You can't blame yourself for that. You didn't have control."

"That's a bunch of klunk," Gally replies, not even bothering to look at her, "If I had any kind of guts I could've stopped them from controlling me. But I let them do it to me 'cause I thought I'd be killing Thomas, not Chuck. Not in a million years would I have let myself murder that poor kid."

Lori doesn't know how pointing out that he would have willingly killed Thomas is helping his case.

"How generous of you," Minho says.

Thomas' eyes are wide in surprise. "You wanted me dead?"

Gally scoffs, "Don't get all whiny on me. I hated you more than I'd ever hated anybody in my life. But what happened in that past doesn't matter one lick anymore. We need to talk about the future. About the end of the world."