Betrayed | the maze runner, Newt

chapter 8

Blood soaked into her dark-blue sweater as she was breathing heavily, her vison slowly whited out.

Just before everything around her seemed to fade away, Zara faintly felt people lifting her up. Her muscles were turned off, she couldn't find the strength to move. When she opened her eyes, she only saw a spinning world which gave a stabbing headache. She recognized shapes of people dragging her along, but not who they were. She couldn't do anything but wait until her strength and vision would regain and the people would put her down.

But even when she felt the ground under her again and a wall behind her back, her entire body was numb.

''Use your scarf!''

''I'm trying!''

The voices sounded distant and indistinct. She faintly felt someone putting pressure on her shoulder. Zara groaned in pain and made an attempt to move or flinch.

She was shortly lifted from what she was laying against with her back for some touching by her shoulder followed by another pressure. That seemed to brighten Zara a little. She opened her eyes to see a less spinning world. After blinking a few times, she could even see where she was and as soon as she remembered what'd happened, the terrible pain set in again. She groaned and exhaled a heavy breath she didn't know she'd held.

''Can you hear us?''

The so sudden loud voice startled her. With the seconds she found herself able to hear more and more sounds. Screams, gunshots, helicopters. Zara lifted her head to see two faces in front of her. She'd seen them before but couldn't exactly place where or when. A blonde boy with an earnest expression on his face and a boy with black hair and a somehow concerned expression. When the blonde boy realized she was looking back at him, his frown disappeared.

''Hey, hey can you hear us?''

The recognizable British accent made Zara remember him. The blonde boy from Thomas. And the Asian boy as well. She'd completely forgotten what their names were and started to question if they'd even told her.

Zara simply nodded as an answer to his question. Relief rushed over both boys face. The blonde boy reached his hands for her and pulled whatever was around her left shoulder tighter. Zara couldn't keep in a soft squeak as it felt like hot knifes were being thrust into her shoulder. she glanced down to see her arm was in a sling. A scarf, actually, but it served as sling now and did that surprisingly well.

She made an attempt to stand up by putting her feet in front of her and her one hand on the ground, only to be pushed back by the two boys, gently.

''Calm down warrior, you've got a hole in your shoulder.'' The Asian boy stated.

Zara rolled her eyes and tried to move her left arm and immediately let out a painful groan.

Newt placed his hand on her other shoulder. ''Stop moving it, you're making it worse!'' He said in a somehow concerned tone.

The Asian boy looked at her, clearly with something on his mind. ''What are you even doing here?''

Zara looked from him to the war going on a few meters away from them. ''Yeah, in this situation you're not allowed to ask that question.''

Eventually, the three got to their feet. Zara a bit shaky, but soon to find the balance she needed. Her shoulder hurt like hell, and she knew it'd completely lost its function, but she managed to hide it. She turned to the boys, whom were both at least half a foot taller than her.

''Who are you, actually?'' She asked.

The Asian boy was the first to answer. He pointed at himself. ''Minho.'' Then at the blonde boy. ''Newt.''