Newt and Sonya - There's no way

Group B - Sonya

A griever, Sonya had seen one before in the window at the glade, but she'd never been this close to one before, it looked terrifying, with its huge claws and stingers, only now had she realized that not all of its claws were stingers and that some of them were sharp knives. She was about to turn around and run when she squinted hard that she saw who the griever was after, Beatrice. But she wasn't alone, she was pulling a boy with short black hair behind her. The boy Newt came into the maze for  She thought. "Sonya! Run!" Beatrice shouted as they came nearer. "Newt?" The boy looked at his friend in disbelief, "Not now we got to go!" Sonya said, she quickly tightened her grip on Newt's hand over her shoulder. The boy took Newt's other hand and with Beatrice behind them, they ran. "I've got a plan, follow me," The boy said."Guys, leave me-" Newt started but Sonya cut him off "No." She didn't know why, but she felt the urge to protect him, she knew him, she definitely did, the boy she's been having dreams about ever since she was put in the maze.  

"Minho?" Newt tried again "Absolutely not, Newt." He said. The griever was closing in, "Minho? Where are we going?" Beatrice shouted from behind, out of breath, "You'll see, just a little longer!" Newt was losing blood at an alarming rate, the bandage on his head was soaked through, and it wasn't stopping. Blood was leaking from another wound on Newt's arm and he was turning dangerously pale. "Hang in there Newt," Minho said with desperation, Sonya could see how much he cared for Newt, and if Newt came into the maze for Minho she could only imagine how much Newt cared for Minho. Newt nodded slowly, his grip on her shoulder was loosening. Losing that much blood could not be good for his consciousness. 

Brr...Click...They were just about to turn the corner when there was a loud crash behind them, Beatrice screamed, "Beatrice!" Sonya looked around to see Beatrice had rolled away from a blow the griever threw with its stinger, it was just about to throw another blow when Minho let go of Newt's arm and tackled Beatrice out of the way, "Hide!" He shouted at Sonya, it was only after Minho let go that Sonya realized Newt had gone limp. She propped him up against the wall and turned around to Beatrice and Minho, "Stay with Newt! I've got a plan!" he shouted, she did not want to leave Beatrice, but she didn't want to leave Newt either. Beatrice can take care of herself, she thought, Newt was unconscious. "Okay!" she shouted back. Minho grabbed Beatrice and pulled her out of the way of yet another blow. The griever followed Beatrice and Minho, much to Sonya's relief, she didn't know how much of a plan Minho had but he looked like he knew what he was doing. She turned back to Newt and checked his pulse, it was weak, but it was there, she was wishing she had the medical knowledge of a med-jack, there was not much she could do. She sat on the ground next to him. Who are you?  she thought. She was sure she knew him, but her stupid mind wouldn't let her remember. If another griever came by now, Sonya had no idea what she would do, so she started looking for a place to hide. 

She hadn't gone very far from Newt when she saw a hole in the stone, it was big enough to hide in and had a good layer of ivy hiding the entrance. She quickly jogged back to Newt, and with her hands under his arms, dragged him into the ivy hole. She was terrified for Beatrice and Minho, she considered going after them, but she didn't want to leave Newt alone. It was dark inside, the only illumination coming from Newt's watch, she looked at the time, 10:04, there was still so long for the night to be over.