You Expect Me To Carry On? (A Newtmas Fanfic)

Chapter Fifteen: Sonya

By the time they had made it to the shelter, Thomas could tell it was bad.

Sonya's eyes were twitching aggressively, her breathing was coming in erratic, unsteady fits and Minho's t-shirt was soaked in scarlett blood.

Their temporary haven was a large, sandy shelf of rock. It jutted up and out of the ground, creating a shallow cave, shelter from the growing sand storm and shade from the heat. Tufts of dry grass poked through the yellow sand, the sky was a piercing clear blue, partially obscured by sand and smoke, and the sunlight was blinding and relentlessly hot.

Brenda and Newt arrived first and immediately set to work, laying down a few reed mats under the rock and rummaging through the med kit.

Next was Frypan, who collapsed in the shade, panting and sweating profusely. His hands were slick with blood and he was shaking, shuddering, even in the blistering heat.

Finally, Thomas and Minho with Sonya in Thomas's arms.

As gently and with as much control as he could muster, Thomas laid Sonya onto the reed mats.

Her face was ashen, eyes shut, the side of her head matted with blood.

Brenda sprung forwards with a thin glass bottle.

'Do you know what happened? Is this a glass wound? Blunt force? Did she have a seatbelt
on?'

Frypan stood shakily and approached them, crouching in the low-hung cave.

'She had her seatbelt on,' he began

As Brenda tried to push some of her blonde hair away from the wound on her head, Newt had carefully cut back a part of Sonya's shirt with a pocket knife. He was examining the enormous purple bruise that was spread out across her chest.

Frypan continued.

'But when we hit the rock, she was asleep with her head against the window. When we made impact, her head smashed through the glass, but her whole body was slammed against the door as well. I think that's what the bruise is. She could easily have broken a rib... or three.'

Minho had found a spare jacket and slipped it on, slowly pulling the zipper up. His face was sombre.

He looked down at the unconscious girl, his face tight with sorrow.

He spoke

'Guys I need to tell y-'

But Newt interrupted.

'I think something is obstructing her airway!'
he almost yelled, tracing his fingers over her ribs, gently feeling around her stomach.

'Her abdomen is massively swollen. I think you were right about a break, Fry.'

He looked up.

'Guys!' Newt yelled

'Don't just stand there! Brenda, I need an adhesive and some arnica cream I-'

But Brenda had stopped examining the wound on Sonya's head and had sat back on her heels.

There were tears in her eyes.