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Admittedly, making [Name] a Medjack was maybe not a very thought out idea. Were they better at that than anything else? One hundred percent. Did that mean they should have the job? Absolutely not. While, in the end, they got the job done, they often had people leaving feeling anxious and, at times, terrified. Of [Name]. Which is what Alby had instructed Newt to inform the Greenie about.
“Those are the Medjacks,” Newt told the new arrival to the Glade, giving him the rundown. “That there? That’s Jeff, he’s the keeper.” He pointed to Jeff as the party continued around the two. “And that…” he pointed to a different log that was used as a bench around the fire, where the Runners were. “That is [Name]. You don’t want to mess with them.”
“Who are they?” the greenie asked.
“They’re a Medjack, and if you ever end up on their bad side, you might not escape with your life.” Maybe Newt was exaggerating a little, but the greenie did not need to know that. Instead of being scared off, it only made him more curious however. He even ended up fighting Gally in the ring. It have Newt little faith that he would heed his warnings.
It was later, long after the greenie had remembered his name (Thomas,) that he first interacted with [Name].
Thomas was walking around with Chuck, getting shown around. They happened to pass by the Medjack hut. They found a boy stumbling out, hand bandaged from a slip up, with someone yelling after him. “If I see you putting a nail through your finger one more time, you’ll lose it!” they threatened - and sounded as genuine as they were with the threat.
Thomas gulped at that, finally coming to his senses that he could not be fearless about everything here. Chuck did not share that fear, as he simply waved. “Hi, [Name]!” called the young boy. “Have you met Thomas yet?”
[Name] peaked their head out the door, waving off Clint with one hand. “Is that the gay one? Or the one who broke his nose with a carrot?”
“Neither. The greenie,” Chuck answered as though that saying was perfectly normal. Thomas awkwardly waved, not sure what to say.
[Name] tilted their head, deciding to make their way over to get a closer look. Thomas was frozen as [Name] circled him, judging him. At last, they stopped in front of him and Chuck and hummed, hand on their chin. “Well, he isn’t much,” they murmured. They suddenly hit Thomas on the shoulder, startling him at how strong they were. “Like everyone else here! You’ll fit right in, uh, what was your name again?”
“Thomas,” the greenie provided, pressing his lips together. This [Name] was certainly something.
They snapped their fingers. “Right! I’m gonna forget that again.” They turned to Chuck. “If you see Minho, send him my way, will you? Thanks!” They did not wait for a reply as they skipped back to the medjack hut.
“Will do!” Chuck called after them, smiling.
Thomas looked at him. “Minho is the keeper of the runners, right?” he asked. Chuck nodded, quickly confirming it as he started walking again. “What does [Name] want with him?” Thomas inquired, unable to help his curiosity.
“Because they’re dating,” Chuck said as though it was obvious.
“Which is another reason you shouldn’t mess with [Name],” Newt said, coming up beside the other two boys. “Minho will kick your shuck ass.”
Thomas was not sure how to continue this conversation, so he changed the subject. “How do I become a runner?”
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“I can’t believe you got hurt!” [Name] said for the millionth time. Their boyfriend, Minho, was laying on one of the beds, a cut on his side.
Minho hissed as they applied some rubbing alcohol on the wound. “So you’ve said,” he murmured.
[Name] rolled their eyes. “Take your shirt off.”
“If you wanted to see me naked, you should’ve just asked.”
“I can let that get infected if you’d prefer.”
Minho grumbled something about them being no fun as he complied and took of his shirt so they could better access his wound. Once they finished and patched him up, they gave him a kiss on the forehead and sent him off, yelling about being more careful or they’d come for his kneecaps as he ran off to finish the mapping. Leaving Thomas very confused.