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It was the first ti couy who’d been referred to as a Med-jack--Clint, if the spectator had been correct--stood up fro okay, norood as mine, but I’d say she’s in a coma Jeff, let’s take her to the Horab her by the arms while Clint took hold of her feet Tho second, he doubted more and more that what he’d said earlier was true She did seeh it was irasp in his mind The idea ht’ve heard his thoughts
"On the count of three," Jeff, the taller Med-jack, was saying, his tall fra mantis "One … two … three!"
They lifted her with a quick jerk, alhter than they’d thought--and Thomas almost shouted at them to be more careful
"Guess we’ll have to see what she does," Jeff said to no one in particular "We can feed her soupy stuff if she doesn’t wake up soon"
"Just watch her closely," Newt said "Must be so special about her or they wouldn’t have sent her here"
Thoirl were connected somehow They’d coe to becos… What did it all mean?
Alby leaned over to look in her face once more before they carried her off "Put her next to Ben’s rooht Nothin’ better happen withoutabout it I don’t care if she talks in her sleep or takes a klunk--you come tell me"
"Yeah," Jeff muttered; then he and Clint shuffled off to the Ho as they went, and the other Gladers finally started to talk about it, scattering as theories bubbled through the air
Thoe connection he felt wasn’t his alone The not-so-veiled accusations thrown at him only a few , too, but what? He was already cos only hts, Alby walked over and grabbed him by the shoulder
"You ain’t never seen her before?" he asked
Thomas hesitated before he answered "Not … no, not that I remember" He hoped his shaky voice didn’t betray his doubts What if he did know her somehow? What would that ht behind Alby
"I … no, I don’t think so Why are you grilling ht to fall, so he could be alone, go to sleep
Alby shook his head, then turned back to Newt, releasing his grip on Tho"
He said it quietly enough that Thomas didn’t think anyone else heard, but it sounded ominous Then the leader and Nealked off, and Tho his way
"Chuck, what’s a Gathering?"
He looked proud to know the answer "It’s when the Keepersweird or terrible happens"
"Well, I guess today fits both of those categories pretty well" Thohts "I didn’t finish "
Chuck looked up at hi out ht"
Thoetone needed tooven, a microwave, a dishwasher, a couple of tables It see the appliances and the familiar layout made Thoht on the edge of his --na
"Take a seat," Chuck said "I’ll get you solad Frypan isn’t around--he hates it e raid his fridge"
Thomas was relieved they were alone As Chuck fue, Thomas pulled out a wooden chair from a small plastic table and sat down "This is crazy How can this be for real? Somebody sent us here So Just accept it and don’t think about it"
"Yeah, right" Tho up one of the h his brain "So where does the electricity come from?"
"Who cares? I’ll take it"
What a surprise, Thoht two plates with sandwiches and carrots over to the table The bread was thick and white, the carrots a sparkling, bright orange Thoed hi it
"Oh, ood"
Thomas was able to eat the rest of his meal without another word from Chuck And he was lucky that the kid didn’t feel like talking, because despite the co that had happened within Thoain His stoy replenished, his mind thankful for a few moments of silence, he decided that fros
After his last bite, Thomas sat back in his chair "So, Chuck," he said as he wiped his mouth with a napkin "What do I have to do to becoain" Chuck looked up fro at the crue
"Alby said I’d start et a shot with the Runners?" Thoet some sort of actual information fro no doubt as to how stupid an idea he thought that would be "They should be back in a few hours Why don’t you ask the deeper "What do they do when they get back every night? What’s up with the concrete building?"
"Maps They "