Spinning me around to face him, our lips touch and move in sync. Kissing Newt made all your worries go away like you were free from pain, but then reality comes and you realize you live in the Glade. Where all your troubles never go away.
Rose is se...
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-Newt's POV-
I had heard the screams of the Griever and ran to the doors waiting for someone to come out with an explanation. Alby and a couple other Gladers joined me, also curious. After awhile of waiting finally I saw the familiar face of Minho coming from around the corner. My eyes darted straight to the bloody body hanging in his arms. Her face was barely visible but I saw her hair dangling from his arms.
Rose....
I let out a scream when I realized it was her. Minho laid her on the grass just in time as the doors slid closed behind him. I finally saw her face, it was just as beautiful as it always is, but pale and distant. I felt my heart sink as my eyes drifted down her body. I saw her shoulder with purple and blue veins crawling towards her neck. Her thigh was covered in blood and I placed my hand over it to stop the flow. She was unconscious and probably couldn't feel the pain, I felt tears fall down my cheeks as I cradle her in my arms.
"Rose?" I whispered. Alby had called the med-jacks and they injected the Grief serum in her. "What happened Minho?" I managed to ask through my sobs.
"I heard her screams from my section and I immediately ran in that direction. By the time I reached her she had been stung and her back and thigh were gushing blood. She was being dragged by her ankle, I got the thing to retreat. She's wasn't looking so hot." Minho answered. I couldn't look at her any longer my heart was breaking inside.
"Newt bring her to the Med-jacks hut." Clint said next to me, I nodded and scooped her up in my arms. I laid her down on a bed and grabbed her hand. Clint leaned down and placed his fingers on her neck, feeling her pulse. His eyes went wide and he leaned down and placed his ears to her heart.
"I can't hear anything." He said lifting his head up. I shook my head in disbelief. She can't be dead, I need her. I felt more tears stream down my face.
"No." I said shaking my head. "She can't be dead." Minho let out a frustrated grunt and slammed his fist on her chest. She let out a deep breath, and I let out a sigh of relief.
"I didn't think to try that." Clint said with a chuckle. I watched her chest rise and fall, I wanted her to wake up so I could kiss her beautiful face. She just lay there, Clint wrapped a bandage around her thigh, and he wrapped her shoulder. "Newt can you turn her over so I can't clean her back?"
I nodded and turned her towards me till her stomach softly touched the bed. I brushed the hair from her face and stroked her cheek. Clint lifted her shirt and cleaned the deep gash on her back. I couldn't bare to see her in this state, so I looked at her face and pretended like she was sleeping. I stared at every detail on her face like I do so often, she looked so much younger when she slept. She looked like a young beautiful girl, and it hurt more to think that she was probably only sixteen, and was di........ No! Don't finish that sentence, I have to stay strong and think of the best. She is strong and will fight and I'll be here when she does.
I am so deeply in love with her, I just want her back.
