THE ERROR (Newt Fanfiction)

Broken: Chapter 5

Hey! I'm updating pretty fast... sorry for the bad writing! I uh.. I'm still getting the feel of human characters; I usually do Warrior Cats things but yeah really appreciate you staying with me for this terrible story. This chapter is MUCH longer than i normally do so i hope you enjoooyyy ^.^

        Kayla runs...she runs like the wind. Slashing through bushes and ducking under branches. Adrenaline burns inside her heart and she pictures Newt, lying on the ground, holding his shoulder as boys run up to him and help him to his feet. 

She doesn't care.

She may have been too rough on him but he was acting like a little jerk all day.

Suddenly, Kayla stops dead in her tracks. No... no he wasn't... That boy helped her. He helped her out of the Box, gave her a tour, tried to calm her down after almost suffocating... and she rewards him by dislocating his shoulder... No. Guilt gnaws at her heart and brain, she turns around and starts running back, taking a different route as to not slam into any followers.

What are you? An animal? 

Kayla thinks as she sprints back to where she started. As Kayla twists and turns back to the Glade, she trips. A fallen tree next to a small graveyard seems to come out of nowhere and she locks her right foot directly under the trunk. She can feel and hear a pop, then she falls over the tree, this time hearing a loud snap and pain rushes up her leg. It bullets through her muscles, immediately causing weariness and she breathes heavily, her foot twisted under the tree, her back laying on top of it.

Letting out moans of pain, she struggles to free her foot from the tree. A sharp pain zaps on the side of her foot and blood rushes into her boot, pooling at the toe. As she is pulling on her upper leg, another pop sounds in her calf and she screams, turning over and lying face down across the horizontal log. 

She lies there on the wet, leaf covered ground, her stomach uncomfortably pressing into the tree for a few minutes until she hears voices. Turning over she sees the Asian boy standing in front of her. He doesn't bother with a hand shake, just states his name. "Minho." Kneeling down next to her legs, he gently grabs her right foot, loosening it from the trunk. Numbing pain shoots up through her limb and she can't feel her toes. She gasps slightly until its loose. Then, Minho steps over the trunk to the other side, picking Kayla up slowly in bridal position, his right hand under her knees, supporting her foot, and his left holding her back.

Minho starts jogging back the way she came, taking routes crossing over to where she had punched Newt. "Listen, shank....if you're gonna keep hurtin' gladers, we aren't....gonna get along very well." Minho shakes his head as he speaks, his voice faltering slightly as he breathes and runs. Kayla doesn't respond, her hands laying on her stomach and head pressed into his chest as he makes his way back to the gladers.

When they reach the boys, Minho hands her off to Clint,  the keeper of the Med-jacks and turns around, looking to the ground. She strains her sore neck to follow his gaze and sees Newt getting to his feet. His shoulder is wrapped in white cotton stuff over his shirt, obviously done in a hurry to relieve pain.

Their eyes lock for a moment which seems like a thousand years... until Clint turns.

He starts to walk back to the Glade and Kayla struggles to get out of his grip, wanting to see if the boy who helped her was alright. "Hey! That's Newt! Is he okay!?" Clint smirks."He's got a dislocated shoulder but my, my, for a girl who caused it that is some concern." Kayla scowls at him and looks over his shoulder to see if anyone is helping him. Yes. The other Med-jack is. Clint continues to rant about her health as they make the long trek back to the Homestead. Sometimes it's: