Betrayed | the maze runner, Newt

chapter 10

Light entered her eyes as she slowly opened them. Her head immediately stung, making her squeeze her eyes again. He entire body ached. Her legs, her arms. Her... her shoulder? Zara opened her eyes and glanced down. The sling was gone, and she was wearing a sweater which wasn't hers. Her eyes darted from left to right, exploring the place she'd woken up in. It was inside some room, covered with cloths. It looked like a home, but it didn't look like a home.

Minho was standing in front of her.

''Welcome back you weird Girlshank.''

Zara sighed in some sort of relief, glad that she was back with the others. She shifted to lean on her elbows, which hurt too much so she sat up entirely.

''Nice to see you too.'' She responded.

Minho had a smile on his face. Not an incredibly comfortable smile but it was something. ''You've had a nice time. Ain't never seen someone that gone.''

Zara tiled her head in question. ''What are you talking about?'' Now the memories of yesterday or whenever it was started to come back to her. The Cranks and the party. Brenda and Thomas.

''That drink the Shank offered you wasn't just a drink. It was a shuck drug or something.'' Minho answered.

After he'd said that, Newt walked in. He wore a beige jacket, and his hair was messy. He went to stand next to Minho, looking down at Zara who was sitting on a thin mattress, half covered by a blanket.

''How's your arm?'' Newt asked.

Zara glanced down and saw the white oversized shirt again, the one she didn't remember putting on. Her left arm was in a black sling now, made out of a stronger material. Besides her entire body that ached, her shoulder was quite the worst. But the pain had changed. It wasn't like it had been before. It was now more like a hot stinging pain. Not the burning feeling like it was being ripped open. She looked back to the two in front of her, completely forgetting Newt's question.

''When did I take off my sweater?''

They chuckled. Minho seemed a little more guilty, but when didn't that guy. Newt's chuckle was different, warmer. His brown eyes lit up a little and he ran his hands through his dirty blonde hair.

''You didn't. Teresa did. She took the bullet out and stitched the wound. You woke up halfway the process, it was bloody hilarious.''

''We klunked our pants from laughing.'' Minho added, not sarcastically for the first time.

Zara felt weird. She sighed but put on a smile. ''Keep that to yourself, maybe it's better if I don't know which embarrassing things I did.''

Minho pointed his thumb to Newt. ''You asked him to marry.''

Zara felt her cheeks turn red. ''Ehe, yeah, that's what I mean. Keep it to yourself, please.'' She turned to Newt. ''Don't take it personal. If I was in the state you guys claim I was I could've married a rock as well.''

The two burst out laughing.

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Four hours earlier

Teresa sat next to the mattress on which Zara was laying on. She, Thomas and Brenda had recently been brought back to them by Marcus, who was now tied up to a chair by Jorge. Not really what he deserved after bringing the three back alive. Well, sort of alive. They were passed out, Zara and Thomas. Only Brenda was awake, but the only thing she could do was walking. Not even straight. Just moving forward.

And Teresa was now trying to get the bullet out of Zara's shoulder. It was a bloody mess and the girl's blue sweatshirt was completely ruined, but the bullet was almost out. Then it could be stitched, and she would get a new shirt.