ᵒⁿᵉ 𝐈 𝐀𝐌 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐎𝐖𝐍 ⁿᵉʷᵗᵐᵃˢ (ᶜᵒᵐᵖˡᵉᵗᵉᵈ)

Freedom

NEWT POV

Thomas and I walk in front of the crowd.

"Newt?" He says to me.

"Yeah, Tommy?" I reply, turning to him.

He looks at me, conflicted. "Nevermind." He glances down. "Hey, how's your wrist?"

I shake my head. "I'll be fine."

He takes it in his hands. It's wrapped in some kind of bandage. "Alright. If you say so."

Soon, we reach it and we press our backs against the wall. Thomas peeks around a wall and moves back quickly.

"Is it a Griever?" I ask.

"Yeah." He says.

"Shit." I say.

Thomas hands Chuck the key. "You take this, Chuck. Stay behind us."

"It's okay." Teresa says. "Just stick with me."

She pulls up her hair, though most of it remains in her face, making me wonder the point of that.

"Once we're through, it will activate and the door will open. We stay close, we stay together...we get through this. We get out now... or we die trying. Ready?" He asks. Everyone nods. "All right. Let's go!"

We run through and start attacking the Griever. I wince as I wrap my fingers around the spear. Thomas sees, concern in his eyes. I turn from him and continue attacking it. Then, Chuck drops the key.

"THE KEY!" He cries.

"CHUCK WATCH THE EDGE!" Teresa shouts.

Chuck dives and catches it as it falls and Teresa pulls him, but 3 more Grievers start coming. Teresa and Chuck dart to the door.

"Thomas, THOMAS!" She cries. "There's a code! Eight numbers!"

"Eight sections of the maze..." He mumbles. "Hey, Minho! What's the sequence?"

"What?"

"The sections of the maze, what's the sequence!" He shouts.

"Seven! One!" He shouts as he fights the Griever. "Five! Two! Six! Four!" 

Then, he's pinned by a Griever. 

"MINHO!" We shout. "MINHO!"

Jeff stabs the Griever but it takes him, throwing him off the edge. 

"The sequence, come on!"

"Six! Four! Eight! Three! You got it?" He shouts.

Teresa punches it in and the door opens. We all run through, crushing the Grievers. As the door shuts, I run over to Thomas. I wrap my arms around his neck, unable not to.

"We lived." I say into his neck.

"We did." He says, chuckling.

Now that the adrenaline has stopped coursing through my veins, my wrist starts to hurt. Really hurt. Thomas sees the pain on my face.

"Are you okay?" He asks hurriedly. 

I nod. I hiss in pain as I remove my arms from his neck. 

"No, you're not." He says.

"I'm fine, Tommy." I say, trying to move forward but he grabs my good wrist. 

The others start exploring. 

"Newt." He says. "Let me set it."

"Let you set my wrist?" I say incredulously. "No way! It doesn't even hurt that bad! Besides, you don't even know how!"