Survive: A Maze Runner Fanfic

Chapter 22

The warmth from Newt's body consumes me. He's been here with me for the last few days. Thomas comes and goes, but I'm just glad Newt's here.
I snuggle into his shoulder. He snores softly next to me, making me smile. He's so adorable when he sleeps. I gently wrap my fingers in his hair.
"Hey Newt, wake up." I whisper.
He slowly opens his eyes. "What'd you bloody do that for?" He says trying to be mad at me, but I know he's not.
"I missed you."
"Awww love. I'm right next to you." Newt smiles.
"I know. Um...thanks for yesterday." I say.
"I did nothing worth thanking me for. How are you feeling?"
"Sore, but that's it. Has Gally tried to talk to me?"
"Yeah, but the Med-jacks wouldn't let him in."
I smile thankfully. "Thank you." I whisper. Newt slowly turns to face me. He presses his lips to mine. I let my mind wander, thinking of nothing beside his warm breath on my neck.
The door bursts open, startling me. I jump slightly.
"Did I interrupt something?" Thomas asks, smirking slightly.
I smile. "Of course not! Why would you think that?"
"Cause Newt was on top of you." Thomas smiles widely.
Newt blushes slightly and stares down at his feet.
"Hey, it's fine. Why don't you just wait for her stitches to heal then you can bang her." Thomas pats him on the shoulder. "I brought you both some food."
I smell the food an it makes my stomach flip.
"I'm actually not hungry." I say, trying to calm my stomach.
"What? You haven't eaten in days." Thomas says surprised.
"Macie, you have to eat something. Please? For me?" Newt says.
I shake my head. My stomach churns.
"Why won't you eat?"
"I feel sick." The moment to words come out of my mouth, I gag. I lean away from Newt and Thomas and puke over the side of the table. Newt comes over and rubs my back and holds my long hair out of my face. Nothing comes up because I haven't eaten anything recently, but I continuously gag. After a few minutes I lean back into Newt's chest.
"You okay, babe?" Newt asks quietly.
I shake my head. My stomach lurches and my head aches.
Newt places his hand to my forehead. I gasp slightly.
"You don't have a fever. Do you want to me to get the med-jacks?" He asks.
I shake my head in response. "If I feel worse I'll tell you."
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I manage to get a few hours of sleep. Thomas stays with Newt and I. He refused to go out in the Maze. Alby and the other Gladers are frustrated with all three of us. Newt tries to get me to eat something, but I refuse.
"Do you want me to go get you something small?" Newt asks.
I curl into his chest my stomach aching. Tears fill my eyes. Thomas notices and walks quickly to my side.
"Why are you crying?" He asks softly.
"I don't feel good." My tears turn into sobs. I hide my face into Newt's shirt.
"Does your stomach hurt?" Newt asks me.
I nod. I relax a little with the feeling if his body so close to mine.
"Thomas, get Jeff." Newt whispers. He dashes out the door.
"Do you want something to drink, love? Maybe your dehydrated."
I shake my head. My stomach shifts causing me to gag. Newt quickly stands and gives me room. I lean over and gag over the side of the table. Newt whispers in my ear, but I'm not paying attention. Thomas and Jeff burst through the door.
"What's wrong with her?" Jeff asks quickly.
"She says she's not feeling good. Her stomach hurts and I can't get her to eat anything. She keeps getting sick." Newt explains.
I eventually manage to calm my stomach. Jeff quickly checks me over, with little success.
"I don't know what she has. I guess we just wait it out." Jeff sighs. He leaves the room. A unfamiliar sound fills the Glade. Newt and Thomas jerk from their seats, clearly alarmed.
"Stay here with her. I'll go check it out." Thomas says quickly before slamming the door behind him.
"What's that? Why is everyone so freaked out?" I ask, starting to freak out myself.
"It's the Box, it's coming back up. It shouldn't we don't get supplies for another few days! It's not sticking to the routine it always has!" Newt yells beginning to panic.
"Newt, shh, it's okay. Everything will be okay. Thomas is going to check it out. He'll give us a update." I try to calm him down. I try to ask calm, but inside I'm terrified.
In the couple weeks this place has been my home, routine is everything. It keeps these boys together.
Newt paces back and forth in front of the door. He bites his lip nervously. I can't help but smile, he looks adorable when he's nervous. But his nerves get the best of him. This is a matter of life of death.
"Newt? What if the Box doesn't go back down?" I ask.
He glances up at me and shrugs. "It will go back down. Whoever put us here doesn't want us dead or they would've killed us already. If they cut off all of our supplies, we're done for."
"How long do you think we can last?" I ask quietly.
"I don't know, a couple days. Maybe little over a week. We wouldn't have enough food and water to supply everyone."
"Newt, sit down. You're making me nervous." I say. Newt comes an sits next to me. I shift to sit next to him, but my stitches hurt.
There's a knock on the door. Thomas walks in.
"Well, at least the Box went back down." Newt and I sigh in relief.
"But there was something for you in there." Thomas says. He hands me a small, slender box. WICKED is printed on the front of it in bold black letters.
I slowly open it. A note falls out. I unfold it slowly, my hands shaking.
Dear Macie,
We have seen the many outbursts that have taken place since you arrived. One of the subjects has taken special interest in you. We thought you might need this just in case. We have a feeling. You know what we are talking about.
I fold the paper back into a little square. I look up at the two boys in the room.
"What does that mean?" I asks confused.
I open the box again to put the note back in when something else falls out.
A pregnancy test...