A Girl in the Glade

Uncomfortable Silence

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-Opals POV-

He had a deep cut on his upper right forehead, and his left leg was bleeding profusely I could see a part of his bone was showing.

I turned to my side again and threw up.

Oh no no no no he's dead. I just watched my friend kill himself.

I knelt down beside him and checked his pulse. I felt nothing, My vision began to blur with tears when he let out a loud moan and I let out a breath of relief.

"Oh my god you scared me" I cried

I grabbed some bandage from my backpack and began to wrap his leg tightly in an attempt to stop the bleeding. He groaned in pain.

"It's okay, your gonna be just fine" I moved over to the wound on his head and began to wrap it as best I could with my shaky hands.

He had cuts and bruises all over his body, his right eye was swollen, and his lip was cut and bleeding.

I checked the time 4:20, the doors close at 6:00 I needed to get going or we're gonna be stuck in here.

I grabbed Newt and carried him in a piggyback kinda fashion. He was much taller than me which made this a lot harder. He was also pretty heavy considering he was extremely skinny.

I ran as fast as I could while carrying Newt which wasn't very fast. He was out cold his head was buried into the crook of my neck and I could feel blood from his cut seeping through the bandage.

It was 5:42 and I was just approaching the spot where I usually met Minho on my way back.

I looked around for Minho for a moment but he was nowhere to be seen.

Just my luck the one day I need shucking help.

I began to run again, my legs where burning and I was out of breath but we were going to make it we had to.

"I'm so sorry" Newt barely muttered.

"Oh my god, are you awake? Are you okay?" I asked but there was no response so I figured he was still out.

I'm such an idiot I should've seen the signs

It was now 5:56 and I was just turning into the last stretch towards the glade.

I could see it, I could see Minho and most of the gladers waiting for us. They were cheering me on like this was some sort of sick race or something.

I felt a strong blow of wind that nearly knocked me over.

The doors were closing.

I ran faster now, faster than I thought I could run while carrying someone.

The doors were closing in on me. The glade was only a few yards away. I could feel the doors begin to touch my shoulders.

I had a few steps left. I felt hands reach out and pull Newt and I into the glade just as the doors closed.

I stumbled for a few steps then gently laid Newt on the ground.

"Someone get the medjacks" I heard Winston yell.

I clutched my knees catching my breath.

"What the shuck happened to you guys, is he stung" Minho asked

"No h-he's not stung" I painted

"Well what happened then" Minho Knelt next to Newt as Newt let out a loud groan.