Undivided [Book Three] COMPLETED

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Newt was looking down at the hole in his stomach, his face contorting with confusion. He gazed up and met eyes with Charlotte. She stared, her darkening orbs impossibly wide. She couldn't comprehend what was happening, and attempted to talk it out to herself in her mind. You found Newt, he turned around, he got shot, and you're standing here staring at him. MOVE YOUR FEET.

But she couldn't. She went stiff all over, and she felt as if she were paralyzed. A noise was stuck in her throat. She didn't know whether it was a scream, a whine, or words since it didn't come out. The feeling was uncomfortable, and she tried desperately to do something, anything.

Newt was looking to the side now, and she followed his eyes to see Janson standing near the other end of the fallen buildings, a gun raised and aimed at her. She stared. Minho collided with her as he fired, and she heard the bullet whizz by, making her ears involuntarily ring. It was all happening so fast. She slammed into the floor, a puff of dust coming up around her. The breath was knocked out of her, and she was choking as Minho rolled off her and checked her over, ensuring that she hadn't been shot. He nodded to himself and the two looked up and saw Thomas tackling Janson with everything he had, the gun clattering to the dirt.

She was the one who scrambled to her feet with a cough and dragged Minho with her, still watching as Thomas punched down at Janson once, twice, thrice. She tore her gaze from him and to Newt, who was now on the floor, laying on his back with a small pool of blood beneath him.

"No." She whimpered, and she ran to him in what felt like slow motion, tearing her hand away from Minho's arm. She threw herself down at his side and whipped her hands out, pressing down on the wound. Newt whimpered from beneath her, and the tears that coated her face earlier were back and blurring her vision. Relief flooded her system once she touched him and could feel his warmth once again. She hadn't seen him in three days, and previously, besides the white room, they were together every single day. Even though he was shot and bleeding, she couldn't help but relax slightly because of his presence.

"You're pressing down too bloody hard." Newt groaned, and she shook her head, "It's - it's going to be okay."

"Charlotte." She looked down at him, tears tumbling down her cheeks. "What?"

"It's okay."

"No." She said firmly, pressing down even harder, making a noise escape his mouth. "No."

"Char -" "Don't."

He had to be okay, there was no other outcome in her mind. He would be okay, and they would escape together. She didn't even want to bother to think about any other scenarios. She leaned down as he tried to talk again and planted her lips on his, and he was quick to kiss back. She pulled away and looked down to see him loosely smiling at her, and her heart broke. He has to be okay.

"Charlotte!" Minho yelled while running over, and he put a hand on her upper back while looking at the boy on the floor, "Help me get him into Red's car. We're about forty minutes away from Denver, we need to get him there."

She nodded her head, and Newt protested in growls of pain as Minho hoisted his upper body up and into his arms while Charlotte grabbed his legs. They carried him over to the car, stretching him out along the back seat. Once he was in, he turned to her, "Where's Tom?"

She frantically looked around and spotted him still beating down on Janson. She took off and over to him, kicking up dust on her way over. She grabbed at his shirt and yanked at it, but he didn't seem to notice. "Thomas, we have to go. Newt, he - we have to go. Now."

The man angrily stood up while continuing to stare at Janson under him. He took a huff of breath, satisfied that he was unconscious, then grabbed her elbow and turned around.