Finding Hope - Newt x Reader | Book 1

Chapter 6

The group of Gladers immediately go to peak over the steel doors and take a look inside. Their faces fill with shock as they see the girl laying unconscious on the floor. Nothing else was inside the Box except for her.

"I think she's dead," Newt tells everyone.

I roll my eyes at his statement, "You haven't even checked for a pulse, dingus. How do you know she's dead?" I lean back down, about to check her pulse but I notice something in her hand.

"What's in her hand," I ask Newt.

The boy leans back down with me, reaching into her hand and pulling out a piece of paper. "She's the last one ever," he reads. We look at each other before looking up at the Gladers.

"What the heck does that mean," I ask, not directing the question towards anything in particular.

Suddenly, the girl gets up with a loud gasp. I jump back, falling into Newt's arms as she does. Her harsh breaths escape her mouth as she looks up at the sky. "Thomas," the girl breathes, before falling back under.

Everyone turns to look at the boy, his face full of shock and confusion as he looks around at us.

"Still think I'm overreacting," Gally asks everyone, a harsh "I told you so" look plastered all over his face.

"Oh screw this," I mumble, before looking around the crowd, "Clint and Jeff, get your butts down here and take care of her."

I pull myself up to my feet and start climbing out of the Box, Minho giving me a hand and pulling me up. Newt follows behind me as I leave the whole situation, eventually catching up and walking on my left.

We walk over to my makeshift house and I plop down onto my bed as he sits at the edge. "You can take a nap if you want. Minho and I can take care of this while you rest," the boy offers.

I get up and move to sit next to him, our legs dangling over the side of my bed. "I guarantee that Minho wants a nap as much as I do right now." I look up at him, a soft smile on his face as he looks into my eyes. I sigh as I lean my head against his shoulder, "I'm so tired, Newt."

"I know you are," he mumbles softly, "I was terrified last night, Clem. I literally fell asleep next to the bloody doors because I couldn't bring myself to bed."

"Well, I'm safe now," I assure him, "I'm okay. Just a little beat up and exhausted, but I'm okay." I reach my hand over to his, intertwining our fingers before giving it a light squeeze. I get a weird sensation as I do so. Despite it being our first time holding hands, the action just feels all too familiar. I push the thoughts to the back of my mind and sit there, in the comfortable silence.

Suddenly, a harsh knock sounds from the door before it bursts open. Minho enters the room, Thomas awkwardly standing at the entrance behind him. My hands fly up to my face as I groan, my head lightly picking up from Newt's shoulder.

"Minho, ever heard of waiting to be let in," I ask the boy, annoyance clear in my voice as he comes over and sits on the table across from my bed.

"Yeah, whatever," he mumbles before looking at Newt and I, his eyebrows raising at the sight but no words coming from his mouth.

I look over at Thomas, who stood in the doorway, an uncertain look on his face. A small laugh escapes my mouth, "You can come in, Thomas." The boy looks up at me and nods, walking into the room and closing the door behind him before he sits down in a chair next to my desk.

"So," Minho starts as he rubs his hands together, "what's the game plan?"

"Well, I definitely agree with you two. Thomas should become a Runner," Newt tells us, "but we'll discuss it more later, once we get everything settled to have another Gathering."