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You barley slept all night; you didn't leave Newt's side once—not even to wash the Griever slime off, which was getting kind of gross, but you didn't want to leave Newt. You always were holding him in some way, gripping his hand tightly or playing with his hair.

He looked a bit better today, but he still hasn't woken up. You talk to him, sometimes sing to him; not for any particular reason, just so he knows you're there.

But today you sit, curled with your knees to your chest on the floor next to Newts bed, one hand tracing circles on his palm and the other one clutching a worn and torn book. You don't really know what it's about, but you like the quotes, and you enjoy reading to Newt.

"Y/N...."

You look to the door and see Chuck standing there looking sheepish.

"Hey Chuck, what's up?", you ask while placing your finger in your book to mark the page.

"Gally said he needs to talk to you"

You look to Newt and then to the door and sigh, releasing his hand and giving him a kiss on the forehead before following Chuck to the Homestead.

Gally waits for you at the door and bids Chuck farewell before turning to you.

"Y/N, we've got a couple things to discuss", His tone scares you, and you stiffen, considering everything you can remember doing wrong; there's a lot.

"About what?"

"First about what happened the day you ran into the Maze, with your memories? What did you remember?"

You begin to fidget with your fingers nervously.  You hadn't told anyone about the memories, not even Newt. You decide you would lie; when in doubt, make shit up.

"Just random stuff from when we were kids. You and some of the other Gladers were there too. There was a woman, and she mentioned testing and 'The Trials'", you shrug, but mentally you high five yourself; you managed to avoid the topic of you without necessarily lying.

"Trails and tests? Is that what the Maze is? A test?", Gally asks, more to himself. He shakes his hand and returns his gaze to you, "Also you'll be spending a night in the pit with Thomas"

"What? Why!?", you exclaim.

"You broke the number one rule. So did Thomas", he shrugs.

"But I did it save Minho and Alby! Which I did", Gally just ignores your defended and turns away, "tomorrow, sunrise. No food"

"Ugggghhhh", you groan and begin to go back to Newt, but Gally shouts over his shoulder.

"And take a shucking shower!"

You roll your eyes and go back to the Medjack hut to grab your backpack which has your clothes, but when you reach into the bag you feel cool metal on your skin. Then you remember, the Griever heart thing. You grab the device and pull it from the bag, and see the blinking light and the screen. But it's different; the number on the tiny screen changed. Before it was a 3, now there's a 9. For some reason this seems important, and you decide to take it to the Runners when they get back.

For now, you go and shower, changing into your clean clothes and scrubbing the dried slime out of them, then hang them to dry on the clothesline. You then return to Newt, reaching out for his hand again and opening your book.

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Later Minho and the other runners return and you jog up to him.

"Minho, wait! I've got something to show you", you pant and he looks anxiously to the Map Room.

"Can it wait? We've just found something kinda important", Minho sighs.

"No. Because I have something important too", you grab his arm and start dragging him to the Medjack hut where your backpack is, "I completely forgot about it. But when I was in the Maze I ripped this outta the Grievers chest"

You hand Minho the device and he looks at it intently, "what's so special about it?"

"A, it has the same symbol as the supplies—WICKED—and B, it changed. The number in the screen was 3 before and now it's 9"

Minho looks up in shock, almost too excited about this development.

"How many days has it been?", he asks hurriedly.

"Uhm, two I think, why?"

He mutters random nonsense to himself about 'the sequence' like a crazy person, then he smiles up at you, "thank you Y/N", he cheers and he runs off with the device still in his hand.

Weird you think, but you ignore it, and since you have nothing better to do, you continue reading.

Newts POV

I should be dead right now. I could be. I don't really know. It's just blackness. I can think, hear, smell, everything, but I can't speak or move.

Bloody brilliant idea shuckface I think to myself.

Then I hear it, her voice. Her beautiful angelic voice, reading poetry. God I love her. But I almost left her.

I so desperately want to let her know I'm here, to give her any sign, but I can't. I regret it so much.

*flashback to a few days ago*

She hasn't come back. The sun is setting and with it my hope. She's gone, and it's my fault. I should've run in after her, instead Tommy did. He was the one with her when she died. He heard her last words, probably tried to comfort her, holding her and reassuring her. That should've been me.

So while everyone stands at the doors waiting in foolish anticipation, I sneak off the the Medjack hut. I see Alby lying, tied down to the bed, black veins snaking across his skin.

"Sorry mate. Sorry I couldn't do it", I whisper and hurry to the cupboards, rummaging through the many pill bottles. I don't know what any of these do, but too much of any of them would kill you, right? But I don't want to waste anything valuable, so I choose the aspirin. When I broke my leg they gave me these to smooth the pain, but Jeff always gave me a little too much, making the edges of my vision go white.

I unscrew the cap with a shaky hand and take a deep breath, looking out at the setting sun through the window, dumping a handful of pills into my mouth and chewing them bitterly.

"I'm coming Y/N"

Your POV

As your holding Newts hand, absently fidgeting with his fingers, you feel something twitch. The slightest flick of his finger.

Your head snaps up to look at his resting face; no hint of anything unusual. Then it happened again. His finger twitches under your hand and you jump up.

"Newt? Can you hear me?"

He groans and your face breaks into a smile. He's awake!

It takes him a half hour or so to come to his senses but he smiles up at you when he sees you.

"Y/N? Your alive", he remarks and you smile, pulling his face to yours for a kiss. Then you pull away and smack him in his smiling face.

"How dare you! You could've died, then I would have no choice but to die too!"

He seems stunned but he just smiles and shakes his head, "Bloody hell, I love you"

A/N—I don't like this chapter, it's boring but I don't feel like fixing it. And no, I'm not proofreading.
I had a pretty good week. I got peer-pressured by a six year old and abused by a tree.

Hope you had a good week, feel free to reach out if you need to talk.

Thank you for reading! <3

—A3