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    "No, I won't mind at all." Lila said , somewhat suprised at the manner of Slater's awakening. "Sleep well, Slate?"

    Foxxe walked downstairs, going to pour a glass of water for Slater. She sighed, and when she finished, she looked around slightly, wondering what time it was.
    Slater opened his eyes, then blinked a few times. "Same as always," he grunted, looking around, Slowly everything was coming back, the fights with the grievers, Newt dragging him up the stairs into the room he is now. Even his vision was clearing up. He closed his eyes again, and after about five or so seconds, he opened his eyes and set them on Lila.

    Shoot. Lila thought, imagining all the things the teen could possibly do to her. "Hi." The blond muttered, voice getting high pitched. "I-I didn't mean for Foxxe to... I just didn't want you to get worse..."

    Slater sat up, stifling a stretch. "Hey, it's fine," he chuckled. "Now only if my vision could..." he mumbled, blinking a few times more, his eyes narrowed in concentration. He looked back over to Lila. "How long was I out?" he asked, reaching up to rub an eye.
    Foxxe poked her head out of the window, the sun was still bright. She sighed, shrugging, and wlaked upstairs slowly.

    "Oh, not long. Not long at all." Lila said, forcing a grin. "How do you feel? You had quite... A day." She then realized that it wasn'teven dark yet. "Dang."

    Slater huffed. "I'm feeling just fabulous," he sighed, looking absently at the wall. He could barely remember what exactly happened, but he knew snippets of it. He heard Foxxe, and he quickly laid down and shut his eyes.
    Foxxe walked into Slater's room, holding the cup. "Slater sit up," she ordered. Slater opened his eyes and sat back up again, clearly struggling to do so. He was hurting, and he felt stiff. He leaned against the wall behind him, his head lowered. "Here," Foxxe gave Slater the cup, then she sat back, looking out of the window. Slater took a drink of the water, sighing slowly when he finished.

    Lila backed into the corner of the room. She stared at the two, heels clicking together every so often. She wanted to stay, but, at the same time, she wished to leave. And say what? 'I am sorry, Foxxe, but I cannot help you. I am slightly scared of the big, seemingly crazy man that is lying on a bed, wounded in several areas.' Beautiful excuse, Lils. She scowled at herself, her teeth clamping down on her lip.

    Slater sighed, looking up and out of the window, a sudden longingness showed in his tired eyes. He didn't want to be in the Homestead anymore, he didn't want to be in the Glade. He thought that possibly.the grievers were after him, but he just so magically manages to escape them. He thought that maybe if he ran out into the Maze while the door wqs closing, perhaps he'd never be seen it heard from again, and he'd be in A happier place, a much happier place. A place where grievers would scare the Gladers into the homestead, or the nearest, safest place.
    Slater closed his eyes his eyebrows furrowing as he tried to move in a more comfortable way. Slater wished he wouod stop being so dumb and try to save people, if course he'd end up pike this. Now he wished he was just paralyzed or numb so that he wouldn't have to move, but the possition he was in was beginning to hurt his back and his tailbone.

    Lila made her way, pace very slow, to his side. "Hello." She smiled. "What is your name?" For a reason she could not explain, she could recall a game she used to play. With somebody. Who? She had no idea.

    Slater turned his head to look at Lila. He narrowed his eyes and studied her for a moment. "Slater," he mumbled, looking back down as he concentrated, moving ever so slightly. He wondered why she wanted to know his name again, but he mentally shrugged it off and he looked up at the ceiling, at least his legs were movable. He lifted his knees off the bed, and he lifted them up towards his chest, but he cave up and slouched forward.

    "Slater? What rhymes with Slater...? Baker, hater, creator. Hm. That is all I have got." Lila then laughed. "You don't know what I am doing. Alright, I try to come up with as many real words that rhyme with your name as possible, then you create a story using the words. If you want, that is. I thought you may be bored." She paused. "I am talking an awful lot today."

    Slater chuckled lighty. "Sometimes I need someone to talk," he mumbled in his husky voice, barely audible. He somewhat was that kind of person who'd usually sit there and listen, but sometimes he just wanted to be alone. Days where he missed human contact, he'd listen to other people, deciding weither to join or not, and he always chose to stay to himself. "I am bored, actually," he admitted, slightly chuckling.
    Slater closed his eyes, slightly smiling, glad he had someone, somewhat a friend to him, talking to him. Foxxe got up and left without a word, going to check on Minho. Slater cracked open his eye, raising an eyebrow, watching in curiosity. "These beds are not comfortable," he laughed slightly, shifting again.

    Lila scanned the bed. "I imagine not. There isn't much-" The teen frowned, looking for the word. "Much comfortable things on it, mostly wood." She nodded, slightly glad at the fact that Slater was smiling. It was most likely fake, but it made her feel like she had meaning.

    "Gotta love wooden beds," Slater opened his eyes, prodding at the bedding. He wondered if he could stand, he doubted it, and just sat there. "I'm so stupid," he grumbled, rubbing his forehead. He growled lowly, and reached forward to scratch the itching wound on his leg. He hissed, and flinched, realizing he made it bleed, and he shifted, trying to move his leg so he couldn't see it. He hated seeing human blood, it sickened him, but his smile never faultered, it became more real, thinking about how nice it would be to sit in a feild with long grass gently blowing in the soft wind on a small hill. His thought were interrupted by a cough forming in his chest. "Pardon... Me..." he hissed, turned his head, then coughed into his arm. "Sorry," he mumbled, lifting his head back up, his smile slightly faded.

    Lila watched him. "I don't think you are well enough yet." She whispered, half thinking he would try to stand. "Don't put too much pressure on your everything." She got louder as she stood up herself. "How does your leg feel? It doesn't look to good." With that, she began to rub her hands together.

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    Slater sighed. "I don't wanna be in here..." he sighed, then looked back down at his leg. "It's okay, other than the wound I accidently re-opened, all's well," he mumbled, trying to get comfortable again.

    Lila nodded and closed her eyes. She had been tired before the little run in the maze, now... Ugh. "Do you have enjoyments? Like, things that you like to do?"

    Slater looked at Lila, his eyes slightly narrowed as he thought. "Well, I like sitting alone sometimes, enjoying the soft wind, thinking about stuff on my mind. I like listening to people talk, reminds me of... Well, old me," he shrugged. "I enjoy saving people, it feels like a right to me... As if... I was made to protect," he shrugged again, putting his hands up slightly. Stupid, you know this could be the pills talking, he silently scolded himself.