"WATCH OUT!!" newt screams.

Too late. I feel something, or someone rather, slam into me. I try to keep my balance but it's useless, whoever it is was moving really fast, and the momentum of the crash sends us tumbling to be ground.

Ground, sky, ground, Sky, ouch rock! More ground, more sky.

We only roll for a couple of seconds before coming to a stop, but it feels like an eternity.

"Owww" I moan as I try to untangle myself from the jumble of limbs. Finally free of the mess, I sit up to survey the situation, glancing beside me at the person who ran me over. He lays on the ground holding his head. "He" turns out to be a heavily muscled Asian kid. His short black hair is spiked up and somehow, even after running in to me and rolling down a hill, nearly perfect. Unlike mine, which is completely messed up and thrown all over the place. How in the world did he get it to stay like that? He wears a blue short sleeve shirt with the sleeves rolled up, assumably to show off his massive biceps. I look up and see Newt trotting down the hill towards us. He apparently thinks this is funny, as he is laughing hysterically.

"What the shuck happened?" the boy demands, just as Newt finally reaches us. I should probably be scared of him, considering his size and apparently strength, but his tone only makes me angry.

"I don't know? maybe you should ask yourself that question, since you ran into me." I snap. Doesn't he know that I'm new, it's not my fault for whatever happened. I literally have no clue about anything right now, how was I supposed to know he was going to run through here?

"Seriously Minho you need to watch where you're going," Newt says through fits of laughter. So this is the Minho guy I keep hearing about.

"Whatever shuck-face," Minho says, moving to stand up. He sounds furious,  but when I look at him, he's smiling and shaking his head. I decide they must be friends.

I try to stand up, but the instant I put weight on my left leg, white hot pain rips through my body. I gasp before falling to the ground again.  Opening my eyes, I groan and sit up, grabbing my ankle in an effort to stop the searing pain.

"You ok greenie?" Newt asks, walking over and crouching in front of me.

"Does it look like I'm ok?" I ask, the pain making my voice sound tight and cold.  Newt finally stops laughing, maybe realizing that I'm actually hurt.

"Oh," he says seeing that my ankle is already swollen and starting to turn purple. 

"Uh can you walk?" He asks. I stand up again, favoring my right leg, and hesitantly try to take a step, but my ankle screams in pain and my leg gives out in protest. I would have collapsed again if Newt hadn't caught me. He lowers me back to the ground.

"Nope, guess not." I say bitterly. One day and I'm already hurt. Wonderful.

"Alright Minho, you go get the med-jacks" Newt sighs, sitting down beside me. "I'll wait with the greenie."

"Oh shuck it I'll just carry her."

"Are you sure, even after running all day?" Newt asks, looking more than a little surprised. Why? I'm not sure.

"Oh please I could do it and then go run again," Minho says, flexing his biceps and rolling his eyes. Newt raises his eyebrows and looks at me. I just shrug, as I can feel the heat starting to spread across my face. I hate being this weak. Minho walks over and bends down in front of me, slipping one arm under my legs and the other around my back, scooping me up bridal style. After being thrown into this chaos, completely alone, without even a memory of someone, the feeling of being touched is strange.

"Woah greenie what do you weigh like ten pounds?" He says laughing, "I think my shucking backpack weighs more than you." I laugh too, and the awkwardness disappears. I can feel his strength now that I his muscles are moving against my skin. I try not to notice how it feels for him to carry me, but I fail miserably, and soon my heart is beating so loud I'm afraid he can hear it. Why do I even care? I've definitely got more important things to worry about. 

After what seems like centuries, we finally reach the med-jack room. One of the med-jacks, who I recognize as Clint, sees us and points to a small cot in the corner. I feel a sudden pang of sadness when Minho sets me on the cot and lets go. It forces me to realize just how alone I feel. I want to cry, but I refuse to let the emotions get the better of me.

Instead I focus on the boy now standing in the corner of the room, Minho. I can't help but notice the small smile twitching on his lips. What does he find so funny? Because in my opinion, there is nothing funny about this at all.

"What happened?" Asks Clint coming over with a roll of bandages.

"Minho here, ran over the greenie, and they rolled down a hill." Newt answers, stifling a laugh. I glare at him.

"Hilarious." Minho says, giving newt a deadpan stare.

"Exactly what I was thinking." I mutter, rolling my eyes.

"So what hurts?" Clint asks

"Hmm let me think... I dunno everything...." I retort, then sigh, "but mostly my ankle and finger."  I hold up my left hand, showing my middle finger bent at an awkward angle and already swollen. 

"Yikes, um we're probably going to have to reset that," Clint says, looking away nervously.

"sounds like fun," I sigh, "well let's get this over with shall we?"

"Uh Newt you might wanna hold her down."

Newt looks at me as if asking permission. I just nod and brace for the pain. He crosses the room and kneels on the bed next to me, putting one hand on each of my shoulders. I feel Clint grab my finger. I close my eyes and clench my teeth, I am determined not to scream.

"Ok greenie on the count of three, ready?" Clint asks. I just nod, not trusting my voice.

"Ok, one......."

"Two...."

At the last second I see Minho plug his ears. Now, I'm more determined than ever not to scream.

"Three"

My entire world melts into sheer pain as white light flashes across my eyes, a searing pain burns my entire arm and  black spots dance in my vision. "Owww" I growl through my teeth, but I don't scream. Newt removes his hands from my shoulders as the pain starts to fade into a dull ache, and I lift my hand and look at my finger. Well at least it's straight now.

I look up and see Minho, who now wears a shocked expression, staring at me. It makes me proud to know I didn't scream when he thought I would. I mentally stick my tongue out at him, and Despite the pain, a small smile manages to work its way on to my lips. I like to prove people wrong.

After splinting my broken finger, Clint hands me two pills and a glass of water, "here it's for the pain."

"Why couldn't you have given me these before you reset my finger?" I ask in annoyance.

"It wouldn't have worked in time," He says, moving to inspect my ankle. I sigh and swallow the pills. Better late than never

"Well the good news is your ankle is only sprained, so it'll be fine in a couple of days," Clint says, wrapping it in bandages, he presses too hard and I wince. He mumbles a quick "Sorry" before returning to wrapping my ankle. He finishes up and walks through a door in the back, I guess to check on other patients or something, I don't know. Then someone calls Newt's name, and he walks out, leaving me and Minho alone in room.

"Sorry about that greenie, but next time try not to stand in front of the shucking doors." He chuckles, walking over to sit at the end of my cot.

"Next time why don't you watch where you're running," I say, trying to act mad, but I'm laughing too. I guess it is a little bit funny, and sometimes, if you don't laugh you'll cry.

"Good that," He laughs again and walks to the door, turning to face me again before walking out. "You know greenie, you ain't all that bad. I can tell you're not a shucking sissy," He says, smiling at me. "What's your name again?"

"Skylar," I answer, fiddling with the tape around my finger. He tilts his head to the side thoughtfully, but simply says "hmm" before jogging off to who knows where.

I sigh as the pain pills finally begin to take affect. Staring up at the ceiling, an abstract mess of boards varying in color and size, I think about the insanity that my life has become. I think about all the things that have happened over the last two days. I think about Kate and Newt, but most of my thoughts happen to be about Minho. I try to shake those thoughts away, but they just won't leave. Eventually, with thoughts still swirling around my brain, I fall into a deep sleep.