The Sinister Scorch (The Girl Glader Part 2)

Chapter 5

I dig through the bags, searching for the medical supplies. I can barely move my leg, thanks to the pain radiating through it and I can't find the pain killers we brought with us. I drag myself over to one of the other bags, still searching. We have been walking for hours and we just stopped for our first rest, about five minutes ago. I don't think I'll make it much further. Every step feels like a Griever blade stabbing into my foot. 

Minho comes up to me, something in his hand, which he offers to me. Pain killers. That shuckface is a lifesaver.

"How did you-"

"You've been limping all day. I figured your ankle was bothering you. When I saw you digging through the bags, I figured you were looking for them." he explains.

"Thanks."

"Don't mention it." He sits down next to me. "You know you can ask for help when you need it, right?"

"Thanks Min. I mean it."

"I mean it too. If you are struggling, I am willing to carry you on my back."

"That's not necessary." I laugh. He joins in as he offers me some water. I take two pills and pop them into my mouth, downing some water with them.

"Alright, you good to keep going now?" he asks. "The buildings seem to be getting further apart so the next time we stop might be sundown." I nod.

"Let's get this show on the road."

Thank goodness the sand dunes are getting less and less as we keep walking. Those things are hard enough to walk up with the help of others, let alone without them. Newt keeps checking to see if I'm alright but I just smile and nod.

The sun dips low, casting different colors into the sky and making it much harder as we continue walking into it. At this time, I'm way behind the group. My stupid leg makes it hard to keep going. I wish Clint and Jeff were here. Chuck, Alby, Winston, all of them. Alby would know how to keep me motivated. He'd just tell me to stop being a shuckface and keep going. The group stops ahead of me, and I manage to catch up, dropping to the ground as I do. Minho looks down at me face-first in the sand and chuckles. 

"Looks like we'll stop here for the night." he declares, sitting next to me. "You good there, shank?" I groan in response. He shakes his head with a small smile. "At least drink some water. Keep yourself hydrated." I roll onto my back and he offers me a bottle. I guzzle some water down and hand him the bottle back as he hands me an apple and some kind of fruit flavoured bar. "And some food." I drag myself up, accepting the food. 

"Thanks." He just smiles and pulls some food out for himself. Newt comes up and sits next to me. I lay my head on his shoulder.

"How's your leg?"

"It's okay." I reply. He nods at Minho.

"Hey, Minho."

"Hey, Newt." I watch the exchange, noticing it seems a little forced.

"Is everything okay between you two?" I question. "You've barely spoken to each other in the last few days and that exchange seemed really forced."

"Everything's just been really hard since leaving the Glade." Newt says and we all look down for a second; none of us have forgotten the events that took place and those we've lost.

"Tell me about it! I can barely walk." My attempt at lightening the mood fails. 

"This 'leader' stuff has really dragged me away from you guys, I'm sorry." Minho adds.

"No need to apologize," I tell him. "Seems like everybody is doing that these days. You're just trying to keep up safe."

"I guess. I should still take more time to make sure you guys are okay."

"We'll be fine." Newt tells him, clamping a hand on his shoulder. "You just get us to the Right Arm, that's all that matters right now."

NEWT'S POV

"You just get us to the Right Arm, that's all that matters right now." I tell Minho.

"Do you really believe they exist?" he asks.

"I have to. It's the only thing keeping me going." I feel a heavy weight on my shoulder and look down, only to see y/n has fallen asleep. I smile and carefully shift her to the ground, taking my bag to use as a pillow. Minho looks down at her.

"I worry for her," he confides. "She doesn't ask for help when she needs it and I'm worried it will get her seriously hurt."

"I worry that every day. With her. With you. Tommy. All of you. But I have to believe you will make the right choice and ask for help when you need it and not jump into stupid things without thinking." I reply. "You are like sheep, running around, seemingly oblivious to the dangers and I feel like a shepherd, trying to keep you out of trouble." 

"Well, the same goes for you too!" he whisper-yells. "You're always so busy taking care of other people that you don't have any regards to your own health. I keep you out of danger as much as you keep me out of danger."

You're right. I'm sorry." I sigh.

"Can you keep it down over there? Some of us are trying to sleep." Frypan scolds.

"Sorry Fry." I turn back to Minho. "Maybe we should get some sleep too. 

"Yeah, I guess you're right." he agrees. "Good night, Newt."

"Good night, Minho." I smile and lay down next to y/n, entwining my fingers with hers.

I wake up to yelling, only for y/n to start shaking me awake. Through my haziness, I manage to make out her figure, frantically shoving things into bags. She points to something in the distance and I finally come to my senses. I look to see a storm brewing and feel a tug on my arm.

"Newt, we have to go!" she yells, pulling on my arm again. I scramble to my feet and we run, following Thomas towards some buildings way up our path. Some of the others run past us, causing y/n and I to be separated. I spin around, searching for her amid the chaos.

"Newt, come on!" Thomas yells, helping that chick, Teresa, into the building.

"Y/n, where's y/N?" The other boys run into the building as Thomas runs over to me. I scan the area and finally spot her with Minho. They look to be supporting each other. I am about to run and help them when a large lightning bolt strikes them, sending them flying apart. "Y/N!" I yell, running for her, Thomas on my heels.