(3rd POV)

The next morning, Thomas lay back in the hammock, barely swinging, staring at the ceiling. He rolled onto his side trying to keep the haunted image of Ben's face out of his mind. How could Alex act so nonchalant about it all? He shut his eyes, trying to shake the thought away until someone tapped his shoulder.

''Hmm?" He hummed, keeping his eyes shut.

"Gonna' put ya' with the Med-Jacks today, Greenie.'' he opened his eyes to see Newt staring down at him. A weird sensation of happiness tingled inside of him, but he tried to play it cool. 

''What time is it?" Thomas spoke lazily.

"Seven o'clock, Greenie,"

''So...Alex'' 

Newt laughed, "Somehow I knew you were going to say something like that. Come on'' before standing up and extending his arms out to Thomas to help him up. ''But don't get too excited. She's still asleep''

...

Later that morning, Thomas met Clint and Jeff. He retrieved the first aid kit and sat down beside one of the beds. It was getting kind of boring, is not like there was any work to do anyways. They usually get patients but today all he had to do was sit around and wait. He started looking through the medical kit until he saw Alex walking towards him.

....

Even though all that Thomas had in his mind was being a runner, he was happy he was working with Alex. She was telling him how a Med-jack actually works. 

Who knew cotton balls could be so fun?

...

A few hours later Thomas and was sitting at a picnic table outside the Homestead.

''You talk too much, Chuck'' Thomas looked down at his apple, and then took a bit.

''You worry too much! I bet you wouldn't be like this if Alex was here''

''What? What are you talking about?'' Thomas said in a hushed voice- a tone of embarrassment-

Chuck just shrugged and went back to eating his food.

Thomas was scared to admit it. He felt a connection to her, and he had a crush on her ever since the day he got here.

He cleared his throat and changed the subject to avoid any further talk on the subject.

''Okay, so tell me about the Runners''

Chuck had paused, looking confused. "The Runners? Why?"

Thomas hesitated, thinking, scared to say it out loud. "I want to be a Runner."

Chuck laughed until he saw the serious expression on Thomas's face.

"I'm serious."

He shook his head and let go of a breath, puffing his cheeks out. Thomas turned his head furrowing his brows together as he watched Newt sitting alone near their table, and chewing his fingernails.

"What is wrong with you?" Chuck asked.

Newt let out a long sigh. "Alby and Minho," he muttered. "They should've come back hours ago''

Oh no.