When I woke up, I saw Thomas, Alby, and chuck. That much was expected.

“ He’s awake! Minho’s awake!”

I moaned. Chuck's enthusiasm was too much to take right now, and his joyous shout felt like a sledgehammer to my skull. But then something happened that took my mind off of it. Newt was pushing through the crowd of people to get to me.

“ Bloody hell Minho, are you okay? That shuck bolt of lighting almost fried you!”

“ Oh . . . yeah, I'm alright I guess.”

I tried to stand, but after I took a step, the room started spinning, and I collapsed. Lucky for me everyone was still standing right in front of me, and someone caught me, or otherwise I would have had two head injuries in less than one day. My eyes had been closed as I was falling, but I opened them when I felt someone catch me. I opened my eyes and saw Newt’s blond hair, and a look that contained amusement and concern at the same time. But there it was . . . that odd feeling again. This time I blamed it on my almost sure concussion. Newt laid me back down onto the ground, and told me to sleep. I think I had only been asleep for a few minutes when a long squeak made me bolt upright! Someone was opening a door! Then Chuck's hands were on me telling me to lay down and go back to sleep, and that everything was okay. I heard more talking, with a voice I didn't recognize, but everything sounded fuzzy, like I was underwater, and then nothing.

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When I woke up Alby was shaking me awake.

“ Come on. We got some new friends who are gonna get us out of this shuck place.”

I groggily stood up, insisting I didn't need anyone's help. In my defense I did not know we would be going down stairs. I missed the first step and tumbled a couple more steps, until I crashed into Newt, and then we both continued to tumble the rest of the way down. We landed in a heap at the bottom, looked at each other, then burst out laughing.

“ Bloody hell”

Newt managed to get out in between laughs.

“ Minho, what happened there?”

“ I don’t know! I guess I missed some steps.”

“ You sure as shuck did!”

We burst out into another fit of laughs. This is what we find funny. After basically being traumatized, we can still laugh. Not only laugh, but laugh for completely idiotic reasons. I guess we are a couple of idiots, so it makes sense.

“Pull it together, and get up you shanks!”

This was Thomas

“ Newt, maybe help Minho stand, since he isn't . . . fully stable on his legs.”

Alby chimed in. Alby’s words sent us into another gale of laughter, but we did as we were told. Since I had landed on top of Newt, I had to get up first. I made it up without falling, then stumbled and immediately grabbed onto one of the underground walls to stabilize my wobbling legs. Newt was up soon after and I gratefully put my arm around him, and we started walking.