The girl from the scorch

5

We all look back at the building which which is slowly rising up in flames, none of us knowing what to do now. Thomas and Brenda could be dead for all we know. I watched stunned as the building slowly caves in on itself, not being able to find the words to say. Thankfully Jorge speaks up,

"We need to keep moving if we don't want WICKED to find us" Jorge says all of a sudden. That's when I notice the light in the sky starting to move around the building obviously looking for the us. He was right we needed to keep moving or else we would be caught.

"What about Thomas and the other girl? They could be dead for all we know, we can't just leave them!" Minho questions Jorge, obviously appalled that he could be so calm right now. I didn't blame him. Brenda's like a sister to me and I can tell Thomas is like a brother to all of them so it was understandable why they were so concerned. I was too worried for Brenda but I knew she could handle herself.

"If your friend is with Brenda then they'll be fine. She probably took him to the tunnels. We'll meet them at Marcus' place, that's where she'll be heading" Jorge explains to the group although many don't look convinced.

"They'll be fine. Brenda knows what she is doing and if Thomas is with her then you have nothing to worry about." I tell the group after finally finally finding my voice again. This causes everyone to look back at me almost as if they forgot I was there. Without another word, Jorge tightens his grip on his bag and starts to walk away, the rest of the group hesitantly following behind like lost dogs.

I take a quick scan of everybody and find Mollie is safely at the side of Newt again as he goes to reach for her small hand in his. This causes a small smirk to rise at the corners of my mouth but I quickly hide it as he turns around to me giving me a smile of his own. Once the rest of the group had started following Jorge, I began to bring up the rear making sure no one is left behind or changed their mind suddenly about trusting us.

"How's your arm?" I suddenly hear the familiar British accent say as he slows down to walk next to me, bringing Mollie at his side with him. She throws me an adorable smile before looking towards my arm, Newts scarf now covered in blood, my blood.

"It's fine." It wasn't a complete lie but it definitely wasn't the truth and I knew Newt saw right through me as he threw me a look that said 'don't lie to me'.

"It hurts... a lot... but it's fine for now, I'll be okey". This seemed to convince him more, due to me admitting my pain but I could tell he still was concerned about me. Slowly he came closer and went to reach out for my arm to which I quickly pulled away. The sudden movement caused a fiery sensation to shoot up through my arm making me to let out a small groan of pain, biting my lip to prevent a scream escaping them. At my sudden noise I see everyone turn to look at me in concern, Minho even stopped and started making his way towards us at the back, while the rest of the group kept going.

"Y/n, right?" He questioned, although I'm pretty sure he already knew the answer to that question himself.

"Yeah"

"Can I take a look at your arm?"  The sentence I had been slightly dreading. I knew if I saw it I would probably faint. I could feel myself loosing blood and the walking didn't help. I didn't show it on my face but I was in a great deal of pain and knew that if we didn't stop soon, I would pass out then everyone would be forced to stop anyway.

"When we next stop, don't wanna be waisting time now"I reply bleakly but enough power in my words to show I'm not gonna stop. With this he give a small nod towards me before looking at Newt and nodding his head in my direction, as if to say 'watch her', causing me to roll my eyes at him as he made his way back to the front of the group again.

The more I began to walk, the worse I felt. I knew Newt'a scarf was officially drenched in blood by now and i was probably leaving a dripping trail of it behind us as we went. What surprised me most was the looks of concern I was getting from Newt. He would go from talking about gibberish to Mollie to looking at me like I was going to die any second. As sweet as it was, it was kinda getting on my nerves a bit because the more he would look at me, the weaker I would feel.

Finally he looked at me and started talking but I couldn't register a word he was saying, I could just see his lips moving as he looked into my eyes, concern visibly shown in his. His gaze finally shifted to my arm where he saw his completely drenched scarf around it, dripping with blood.

"Shuck!" was the last word I heard before I let the darkness consume me and my body fell to the floor.