The Maze Runner (Terra+Newt)

Chapter Ten

     *Newt's POV*

    I heard someone shout for help, but I couldn't see who or from where. The other boys heard it, too.
A second later there was a scream, closer this time.
    Terra.
I ran towards the sounds—it came from near the woods.
And sure enough, Terra was there, trying to get away from—
Ben?
Minho and I ran to them and saw that Terra had a knife in her arm.
Ben was about to attack again, but suddenly Alby was there and he struck Ben on the side of his head with a shovel.
Ben fell over, unconscious. I ran to Terra and kneeled down beside her.
"Terra, what happened?" I asked. The Gladers has all gathered around.
"He just attacked me," she said. She was staring at Ben with fear in her gaze. I noticed she was trembling and moved closer; she didn't seem to notice. I felt her shivering and remembered the knife.
"We need to get you to the Medwing, Terra," Minho said. Terra looked up at him and nodded. I felt ashamed at the jealousy I felt. Why did she notice Minho when he talked to her, but not me when I was the one sitting against her.
Whatever, I thought. Who cares. Just as long as she's safe.

*Terra's POV*

      "Minho can you go get me some bandages from the Storehouse?" Winston was cleaning the scratches on my neck. Minho nodded and left.
The knife was out of my arm but Winston had run out of bandages.
"While we wait for Minho, I'm gonna go check on Zart. Ben woke up and gave him a few cuts. I'll be right back." Winston left the room.
Newt looked at me. "You sure you're okay?" He asked.

"Yes," I said.
No. I wasn't okay. Why had Ben attacked me? Alby had come in and said that Ben was stung by a Griever.
"I thought they only came out at night," I had said.

"So did I." Then he left. They were going to banish Ben into the Maze. I couldn't watch. I wish there was a cure for a sting.

"Here's the bandages." Minho came in and set them on the table. "I gotta go help Alby." Then he was gone again. A boy of few words. I liked that about Minho, and, again, his attractiveness.

"Aren't you going to help?" I turned to Newt. He was unrolling some bandage.

"No." He grabbed my arm and started wrapping the bandage around the wound. I winced.
I didn't turn when I heard the Maze doors closing. Instead, i gazed into Newt's eyes. Brown. Beautiful.
"Your name does fit you," I said. "But not just in Minho's way."

He laughed and I smiled. His laugh was so sweet, and his smile was so warm, and humorous, and beautiful. I loved it.

"I'm sorry about what I said," I told him. "I shouldn't have asked you like that. And I do care—I was just so excited about running."

"You don't need to be sorry. I was the one being a shuckface." He was done wrapping my arm, but his hands remained on my wrist and forearm.

"I can take care of myself—most of the time," I said. Newt snorted. "I know you all are new to having a girl around, but just know that I don't need to be protected all the time."

He just nodded.