I fall asleep on the couch after considering what I heard for a long while. "In the morning."

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"Sir, it's time for you to wake up," a voice raises me. I feel the sun in my eyes. The curtains are wide open, and the room is full of light. I feel hot, or maybe it is just the couple of blankets someone playing the role of my mother had placed over me during the night.

I sit in my place, trying to recall who I am. I look at the room in the day light. Compared to the cells WICKED made us live in, it's quite wide and... luxurious. The wall behind the bed is made of dark planks, and the one next to it is all made of glass windows from the ceiling to the floor. Except for the medical bed with the machines , the room is furnished stylishly. A small cupboard is next to the bed. A dressing table is on the wall next to it.

Finally, I turn to the woman standing. A formal smile is on her face. "Mr. Newton, it's time for your shower. May I lead you?" she asks.

I rise and follow her wordlessly. Still tired to think. The bathroom is after a door in the room I hadn't noticed. Private bathroom? Not bad. The bathroom inside is small but neat. White floor tiles. And the walls are of white and sand-color layers, cut by a band of blue glass stones filled with mini starfish and shells. All is of white. 

"To open the water, just touch this here," she instructs me on a black pad with white, red, and blue numbers and drawings. "Control the temperature from here. This is for audio, if you wanted to listen to anything.  After finishing, press here. Your clothes are by the sink. We hope you will enjoy your shower!"

I nod. After she goes, I prepare myself and step into the shower. The water falls down warm. It goes down the drain black, brown, pink, and finally, clear. After I finish, I turn off the water and press the button I was instructed to. A daft of hot air rushes from everywhere. After that, I grab the towels and step out. I find in the pack some garments along with grey sweet pants, a white T-shirt, and a grey jacket with a hoodie. I wear them and look at myself in the mirror. I'm all scared, and bloody hell has gone on with my hair. I look like a freak. I put on the hoodie and go out.

Outside, a smell attracts me. I find on a table near the couch a trey of food. My stomach starts churning, and my heart beats fast for the view. The trey has plates of warm toast, scrambled eggs, vegetables, something with oats and berries, jam, fruits, and a cup of steaming herbal tea.

I sit and start eating like it all might disappear in a blink. I don't remember the last time I ate, and my ribs were quite showing under my skin when I saw them a while ago. The food tastes so bloody good. "Frypan has got a competitor." 

Before I finish, she returns to the room with a middle aged man. He looks quite fashionable, especially with that long, black, haircut on a flick. I take my last bite of toast and clean my hands with a napkin nearby. So far, so much like the glade, the scorch, and the cranks palace.

"Mr. Edwardo here will be your stylist, Mr. Newton," she says. "I shall leave you together now."

Woah. A stylist? I am sorry, are you sure you are not mistaking me with anyone? What else is coming?!

Edwardo leads me to the dressing table. It is all topped with hair products, creams, and colognes. I remember Minho and smile. If he saw this, he might cry for three days out of happiness. I sit on the chair, and Edwardo starts his work. His comb almost breaks, and it goes unneeded  in many spots. Edwardo talks as he works, but soon my head starts hurting because of his high pitched voice. I wish he can just slim it.

After he finishes his arduous work of cutting and fixing, I look into the mirror. I get surprised by the person I see, for this can be in no way the one I saw in the mirror a while ago. It's like that crank never existed. Edwardo crosses his arms on his chest and says with a proud smile, "You like what you see?"

"Thanks. It's cool."

"Good," he answers. After that, the woman enters.

"Mr. Newton, Dr. Whitman wants to see you now."         

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Hey... so, I admit that this part is a little inspired by The Hunger Games. And the blankets' part is something in the first TMR book. "Someone playing the glade's mother."  Of course, everyone knows who that was ;) I hope you liked this part! Tell me your thoughts and don't forget to vote! Thank you

GM.