Him & I (Newtmas story)

Chapter 15: It Wasn't Just Us

Hiiiii, it's me! Hope y'all are having a good day, thanks so so much for this many reads so far! It means a lot! Hope you guys are enjoying this story, even though it may be kind of trashy... But! I'm sorry for not updating a lot, life can definitely get busier than imagined. And thank you so much for so many reads already! That's so awesome! 🫶 Anyways, enjoy this chapter of Him & I! 🩷

Newt's POV:

I was being held by someone, in their arms. The person that was holding me was strong, muscular, but gentle. Whoever was holding me was moving at a quick pace, like a light jog to a half run.My head was too clouded to figure out why this person was running, from either whom or what. Whoever was carrying me hit a little bump and staggered for a moment, with that small slip, a cry of pain escaped my lips, pleading for release of this terrible pain. My abdomen was killing me, I wonder why, maybe it was because I was impaled by two monsters designed by W.I.C.K.E.D. Doesn't matter, it hurt like hell, my vision was blurry, my hearing was foggy, everything seemed warped and distorted. 

I could tell something was wrong, there were yells and screams from further off, but all of it just melted into one wave of noice crashing over me, never relenting. The person carrying me picked up their pace and I was sent into another shock-burst of pain. Another pleading cry escaped from deep within my throat. I gripped my stomach, trying in a desperate attempt to hold myself together. As if that'd work. I pulled my hand away from my stomach, I could feel it was covered in something, something slippery, something wet, something with a specific smell.....blood. 

Every now and then my carrier would stumble, and every time if would send another wave of pain crashing over my already broken and bloody body, making cry out. Eventually there was a whisper around my ear, they's repeat the same words over and over, like a prayer.  

"Hang on Newt, I've got you." and "It's okay Newt, just a little further."

The voice sounded familiar, but my senses were too dulled and useless to figure out who it was at the moment. Yet every time I would put as much of a smile onto my face as I could muster, trying to give reassurance to whoever kept telling me to hold on. I smelled smoke and metal, a rather peculiar combination, as well and gunpowder. I heard shots fired into distance, at least I think that's what I heard. The voice came again, 

"Hang on Newt, you're gonna be okay."

A lightbulb went off in my head, Tommy, it was Tommy that was carrying me. I was glad it was him and not some random guy. He hit another bump and pain flashed through me, I squeezed my eyes shut, I could feel tears slipping down me face, but it was so painful. All I needed was for it all to stop. In all of my pain, I didn't notice that he'd stopped running, he was stationary. I wondered for what reason, but I was glad that that the agony of being jostled by his running was over. 

I was just beginning to relax in Tommys' arms when suddenly someone tore me from him. I screamed and wailed, new tears falling down my face. I didn't know what was happening, all I could feel was white-hot pain. 

"Hey! Stop, You're hurting him!" A voice shouted. 

I recognised it to be Tommy's, but what was happening, why was someone taking me away from Tommy? I felt something try to grasp the edge of my shirt, but missed. The pain was blinding me, making it impossible for me to say anything. Tommy called out my name but I wasn't able to answer, his voice was dulled, my eyes were watery, my ears felt like they were filled with cotton, and I couldn't breathe. At this point all I could feel was the pain, and the hands holding me. 

I heard heavy metal doors opening and closing, I was carried down a hallway, I knew that much. Through my watery eyes, I could tell that it was a well-lit hallway, the floors seemed unsettlingly shiny. Maybe that was just my eyes playing tricks on me, but I wasn't sure. I was carried for at least another three minutes, by that point I had gotten a little bit of strength back, and my mind was mush clearer. What was going to happen to me? Why didn't the rest of the gladers come as well? And more importantly, what happened to Tommy?