Atomic [Newt || Maze Runner]

[Chapter 11] ✙ Virus VC321xb47

[Chapter 11] ✙ Virus VC321xb47

"I suggest you talk, you son of a bitch!"

Eden jolted up at the sound of that scream, nearly tumbling off the couch she was sleeping on if it weren't for the arm that quickly grabbed ahold of her.

"Rise n' shine, doc," Minho greeted her with a cheeky grin. "Hope you had a nice nap."

"You're awake!" Aris breathed a sigh in relief, a clear sense of relief flooded in his voice as he lunged forward to hug the girl. "Oh, thank god."

Surprised by her friend's sudden gesture, Eden took a moment process it before slowly wrapping her arms around his back. She had been lying on a tan-coloured couch with a brown jacket draped over her like a blanket. Had she fallen asleep? How? When? And where were-

"Wait," She abruptly pulled away. "Where are Thomas and Brenda?!"

"Right here," A cool voice interjected, drawing Eden's attention over to reveal Brenda herself, sitting cross-legged on a quilted couch looking as calm and composed as ever.

"We gave her some water, just like you told us to," Frypan informed, seated on a blue single-seat in the corner of the room. "Thomas is still sleepin' in the back room, but I reckon he'd be waking up soon."

"Water?" Eden cocked her head to the side. "When did I...?"

"You mean, you don't remember?" Minho raised an eyebrow, throwing his head back in a small laugh as the raven-haired girl shook her head in confusion. "You came outta that room mumblin' about recreational drugs and how they should be drinking water to 'flush them out,'" He explained, fingers making air quote gestures as he spoke. "And when Newt told you to get some rest, you kept talkin' about how you were fine and won't shut up about wanting to read some stupid file from your bag. But the moment he got your head on that pillow, you dropped asleep faster than I've seen flies drop."

It then occurred to Eden that the brown jacket that laid softly on her lap belonged to none other than Newt.

"Here, have some water," Aris smiled, presenting forth a small glass cup. "How's your throat feeling?"

Graciously accepting the cup, Eden began to gulp it down, making a mental note that the soreness that had been lodging into the back of her throat from the previous night had since vanished. She had read somewhere that alcoholic drinks were surprisingly beneficial for sore throats, but she hadn't realized it'd be that beneficial.

"Yeah, I'm alright now," She assured, letting out a satisfied sigh as the cold drink trickled down her throat. "Where's Newt?"

As if on cue, the light collision of the beaded curtains being drawn open caught everyone's attention. They collectively looked over, watching as Thomas stumbled out of the conference room with Newt's help, Teresa standing not far behind the two with a neutral expression painted across pale features.