THE ERROR (Newt Fanfiction)

Property Of Wicked: Chapter 18

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Kayla and Thomas hurriedly rush over to the Homestead, Kayla's right arm over her stomach the whole way.

Worried Gladers look up from their work as they pass, Thomas practically pulling Kayla along.

She stumbles a few times, gripping her stomach and eventually, they make it.

Thomas pushes open the wooden door and immediately runs into Clint, who is carrying a jar of water.

It falls to the ground and spills everywhere, though the glass doesn't break.

Clint looks at Thomas.

"Seriously? I got Winston in there with a giant cut and hes losing a lot of-"

"Listen, I'm really sorry but Kayla here shes.... well..-just, somethings wrong."

The Med-jack turns his gaze to the girl, shes crouched down on the ground, both arms on her waist, lurching as if shes about to throw up.

"Okay, pick her up, get her to a room."

Kayla can feel Thomas as he grabs her legs and her back, running over to the nearest room.

He sets her down on the cot and stands back as Clint comes running in with a tin bucket, sitting on the chair next to her.

Kayla continues to cough, her fingers clenched on her abdomen.

"Hey, are you gonna throw up?"

He places the bucket on the cot next to her.

She tightens her grip, sitting on her legs and her back arches over her stomach.

"I don't... I don't think-"

Suddenly, a wave of nausea overcomes her and she lurches forward, vomiting into the bucket. Blood drizzles from her mouth as she does so, and her eyes water.

Her throat stings and she continues to hurl.

More blood comes from her mouth until half of her vomit is blood.

"Okay, Thomas, go get more help!" Clint yells.

The boy nods curtly, sprinting out the door.

She can hear his shouts as he calls for Jeff, Newt, and Alby, and he appears at the doorway again.

Kayla squeezes her eyes shut and a tear runs down her left cheek.

She vomits more, struggling to wipe the blood trickling down her chin.

The three Gladers Thomas called for run inside and Newt is at the head, his face flushed red from running.

"Oh my bloody god, Kayla!"

Clint gets up and talks to Jeff, though she cant hear him over all the commotion.

Suddenly, she stops.

The puking comes to a halt and she stays over the bucket for a few more moments, gasping for breath.

The room is silent, and saliva drips from her lips as she waits to see what will happen next.

Eventually, Kayla sits back on the cot, her back against the wall.

She wipes her mouth and breaths in and out, everyone staring at her.

Then, a sharp pain zaps behind her neck and she yelps, instinctively shooting a hand up and rubbing the spot.

Newt steps forward and leans over, pulling back the hoodie.

"What the hell..."

"Newt what is it!"

"What do you see?"

He reads aloud, his voice shaken with fear.

"Property of WCKD

Group A, Subject A16...

THE ERROR"

He removes his hand from the hoodie, now sitting on the edge of the cot and looks at the rest of the Gladers.

"Well, what the bloody hell does that mean?"

Thomas walks forward and looks at it himself, then shrugs and steps back, a worried look on his face.

"I don't... I don't know..."

Newt looks up to him, anger suddenly clouding his gaze.

"Maybe it was you..."

Thomas scrunches up his eyebrows in confusion.

"Huh?"

"You probably have something to do with this, you shuck-face."

"Listen, shank, I don't have anything to do with this, why would I hurt her!"

"I'm not SAYING you hurt her, I'm saying maybe whoever 'WCKD' is, they're doing this to her because of you!"

"That doesn't even make sense!"

Kayla weakly looks up.

"Guys.."

They continue to argue.

"No, Thomas, it DOES make sense! You two spend a lot of bloody time together, probably making out, and 'WCKD' probably got angry because she was wasting her time on a shank like you!"

Alby cuts in.

"Alright, now calm down."

Thomas shoots out, punching Newt in the jaw. 

It sends him back a few feet and then he punches Thomas as well.

The two fight out the door and into the Glade.

Everyone is up, even Kayla, running after them.

A circle of boys had formed, and Newt and Thomas were really heated.

Thomas jumps forward, slamming into Newt and bringing him to the ground.

Gasps are heard as the wind is knocked out of the boy.

Newt grabs his shirt, trying to yank him off.

Thomas puts both knees on the ground on either side of him, punching him in the temple. Blood trickles from Newt's nose.

He pushes Thomas off and kicks him with his good leg in the stomach.

Thomas gasps and falls to the ground.

Just as Newt is about to kick him again, Alby grabs his shoulders and pulls him back.

"HEY! CUT IT OUT!"

Clint runs forward and gets Thomas to his feet, restraining him as well.

"BOTH OF YOU, INTO THE SLAMMER! NOW!"

The Glade is full of murmurs as the two bruised and bloodied teenagers are pulled over to the Slammer, limping and wincing along the way.

All Kayla can do is stand there.

I started this...

She growls in frustration and turns, running back to the Homestead.

She pulls open the door and finds her room.

Kayla jumps onto the cot, tears running down her cheeks.

She curls into a ball, her face almost touching her chest, and for the first time, Kayla singles out the smell of Newt's shirt.

It smells like grapes, dirt, grass, cotton, surprisingly apples, peaches, and lilac.

It smells wonderful...It reminds her of the nights they have, sitting alone in the Deadheads, laughing and talking quietly as to not wake anyone up.

Her tears wet the thin hoodie and her whole body shakes, her mouth tasting foul, her stomach lurching, and her heart aching.