After the Death Cure 2 ( The Maze Runner )

Chapter 8

Me and Minho stand in front of the cell, staring down at Newt, who still hasn't noticed we're in here because he's rolled up, facing the other direction. We watch as his body trembles with either sadness, or hatred. Whichever one, I'm still scared. "Yo, pull it together, man." Minho, you idiot.

Newt quickly rolls over to see who we are. He jumps to his feet at the sight of me. "Leave. Leave. Leave. You are not welcome here! There is no hope. Leave. Leave. Leave."

Minho looks at me, then back at Newt. "That's no way to treat your lady, slinthead."

"Minho..." I step closer to Newt, who now is only a few inches from the force field. "Newt, listen. Ava is going to give you the Cure in a few hours. Just...try to hold on."

"Why did you leave?" He whispers as he looks at the floor.

I hear Minho sigh loudly behind my ear.

"Minho," I snap a look at him.

He rolls his eyes, then takes his glance back at Newt. "We've been through this once, bro. Try to remember us, ok?"

"Oh, I remember." He begins to laugh.

I step backwards, and cover my mouth. Newt...Minho grabs my arm, and tries to pull me out. "No, it's alright."

"No, it's not. Come on."

"Stop, Minho!" He gives me a harsh look, and I stare at my feet. Why is he making me feel like the guilty one? He then proceeds to pull me back to the elevators. "I can handle it myself," I say when the door closes.

"No, you can't." He releases my arm.

I open my mouth to reply, but nothing comes out. It takes everything inside me to not burst into tears. "I'm not hungry..."

"Ok." He presses level eight. The door slides open, and I step out. Minho sticks his hand in front of the elevator door before it can close. "I'm gonna go get some food. Try not to leave your room, unless you want dinner later."

"Ok..." I say over my shoulder.

He slides his hand away from the door, and it closes. I make my way to my room. I haven't showered in a week...gross. I take a long shower, and get dressed in some comfortable clothes. I lie on my bed, and think about my day. I grab at my neck to hold my...my dream catcher. Where's my dream catcher? I fumble around my bed, and check my neck a second time. Where. Is. It? Minho told me not to leave...I breath out a sigh of frustration as I lie back down on my bed. At least I have my ring...