The Girl in the Scorch

15

Y/N'S POV

I slowly opened my eyes and was met with both an extremely bright light and a splitting headache. 

I brought my hand to my forehead and tried to recall what had happened in the last twenty-four hours. When I came up with nothing, I slowly sat up, taking in my surroundings. I was in a sort of medical room. 

I smiled lightly when I remembered the healers hut in the glade. I also remembered the amount of times I had to visit the healers. 

"What did you do this time?" Theo let out an exasperated sigh as I walked into the hut for the tenth time this week. I gave him a small pained smile and walked towards him, "I think I broke my wrist again."

"Y/N. This is the seventh time!"

"Yeah I know but-" 

Theo stopped me mid-sentence and looked me dead in the eye, "But what? You like breaking bones? You like causing me daily mental pain and having to put a new order of wrapping every damn week because YOU fell out of ANOTHER tree?"

I smiled lightly and whispered, "Who wouldn't? It's fun." I yelped when he kicked me in the shin then continued to wrap my wrist. When he was done, I gave him a large grin, "Thanks, Theo!" 

"Whatever, Nitwit."

I smiled at the memory and swung my legs over the side of the poor excuse for a bed I was on. I stood up and walked out of the hut and was attacked by the heat of the sun and the loud noise of someone yelling. 

"LET ME SEE HER!! I HAVE BEEN WAITING PATIENTLY FOR THE PAST THREE HOURS!! I WANT TO SEE HER GOD DAMMIT!!" 

I immediately recognized the voice as Newt, noting the heavy British accent. I walked further but stopped when I heard a womans voice, "Sir, she is okay. She just needs sleep and quiet."

"SHE HAS HAD SLEEP AND QUIET FOR THE PAST THREE HOURS!!" Newts voice boomed loudly and I chuckled, walking around to see a woman probably in her thirties or so attempting to hold back a fuming Newt. "Lizard. I'm fine." 

He looked at me and his expression immediately went from raging anger to relief and worry. He ran towards me and took my face in his hands, "Are you okay? How's your head? Do you remember anything about what happened? Why are you up? I could've carried you. Are you dizzy? Do you need anyth-" 

"Newt. I'm fine." I smiled lightly, hoping to convince him. I sighed in relief when I realized it did. He nodded slightly and murmured softly, "Sorry. I was just worried."

"You know, you kinda remind me of a mother." I stared at him, as he reacted to what I had just said. 

"What? No I don't." 

"Yes you do."

"No I don't."

"Yes. You. Do."

"No. I. Don't."

I glared at him before coming up with an idea. "Fine. We'll ask Minho."

"You mean Min Min?" I looked at Newt who was obviously trying not to laugh. "What?"

"When you were drunk you called, Minho, Min Min for HOURS." I felt my face go a deep shade of red as Newt let out and airy laugh. "Let's just go."

"Yep. Let's go see, Min Min."

THOMAS' POV

I sat and patiently waited as Mary drew another dose of blood for Brenda. I watched intensely as she put it into a vile, did something to it, then took it out of the vile and put it into a syringe. I watched as she injected it into Brenda's leg and she let out a content sigh in her sleep. 

"How did you know my blood can do that?" She looked at me and smiled. "Thomas, I always knew your blood was different than the others, WICKED, however, was to stupid to put the dots together." 

I chuckled lightly as I followed her out of one of the Right Arms medical huts.

We walked into the main building in the facility and saw Vince, the person in charge, finish screaming at a boy. "SO! WHEN I TELL YOU TO DO SOMETHING! YOU DO IT! YOU UNDERSTAND, BOY!?"

The nodded vigorously and scurried out of the room. Vince grabbed the bridge of his nose, taking a deep breathe in, and slowly releasing it from his lungs. He opened his eyes as he brought his hand down and turned around, locking eyes with Mary. I watched as the mans stress slowly melted from his features as he walked towards her. 

He gave her a large hug then pulled away and looked at me, "How are the girls?" 

"Eh. They're okay. Brenda's bite is going away and healing and Y/N is still passed out from the alcohol." He briefly nodded then told us he had things to do and walked away. Mary turned to me with a warm smile, "So. You can go and be with your friends, you can take a nap, go for a small walk, I don't care. Just stay out of trouble."

I nodded and smiled walking away from her. I headed towards where I saw Minho, Aris, and Fry last. Newt has been trying to get someone to let him see Y/N for the last hour. I rounded the corner to the large pile of wood that we were going to light tonight when I saw everyone circling something...or someone. 

I pushed through the group and saw a boy holding a gun to Y//N's head. "Okay. WICKED is on their way and if anyone even move a muscle, I'll shoot the gun."

He hadn't spotted me yet so I managed to sneak away and ran as fast as I could to find Vince.

NEWTS POV

I stared in horror at Y/N who was trying to stand as still as she could. The boy had his arm draped across her chest holding her against him with a gun pressed to her temple. 

We sat there, doing or best not to move, when we heard the sound of bergs. They slowly came into view. I turned to the boy who was holding Y/N who had loosened his grip on her and was now watching the bergs. I kicked the boy hard in the back of the leg, making them buckle and knocked the gun out of hand, it skidding towards Minho. 

He picked it up pointing it directly at the boys face. I stared in hatred at him and demanded, "Who are you?" I was about to kick him when Y/N whispered from beside me, "It's Jake." I looked over at her as she stared in terror at him.

I looked over at Jake and saw him staring Y/N, his eyes filled with lust. He licked his lips, "Say my name again." I scoffed in disgust at him and kicked him in -the place- and stepped back as he doubled over in pain. I looked back up and saw the bergs landing as Thomas and the rest of the Right Arm ran out onto trucks with large guns, or came out with rifles and pistols and began firing at the people who came out of the berg.

This was going to be a long night.

A/N
I am leaning forward in my seat just writing this. Yes, Jake is a perv but I wanted to give y'all another reason to hate him. I will give warnings in the chapters where something pervy or triggering happens because a lot of that will be happening in a little while. 
Kay, Love ya, Shanks.

-Shelby