𝓢𝓽𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓯𝔂 》✮ TMR, Newt

043 - Third arrival

CHAPTER 43
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.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

It's impossible.

The Doors closed. Minho and Alby got stuck in the Maze. But also something else. Someone else. Thomas.

He sacrificed himself. Well, I would do the same but unfortunately, I got caught. Newt caught me in his arms and dragged me back.

Devastated I stared at the doors as they were getting far away. I was being dragged away.

It's impossible, it's impossible, it's impossible—

"Love it's okay. Everything will be fine". Newt said through his breaths bringing me back to reality.

"What?" I looked up and noticed he was struggling. My body's reflexes have been strong. That prevented him from dragging me more easily.

"You need to calm down". He tried to sound sweet and calm but the tension in my muscles didn't allow him.

"No! No!" My head is spinning. I can't think straight. My friends and brother are stuck there. And there was a sound in my head. A sentence. A thought. The truth.

No one. No one has ever survived a night in the Maze.

I can't think clearly. Mostly I can't think. My mind is blurred.

My mind is trying to set a thousand pieces of information and anger takes over.

Confusion. Devastation.

"That's it". Newt mumbled. "Med-jacks!" Now he shouted.

I desperately tried to think straight but my body was fighting. It was fighting to get free from Newt's grip.

The next scene happened in seconds. Jeff and Clint appeared in front of me. Clint was holding something I recognized. Of course, I do. I'm the one who discovered it.

Anaesthetic.

They want me to be off. For my muscles to relax. So I could be easily in control.

I didn't have time to react. The anaesthetic is in front of my face pressed to my mouth. I try my best not to inhale it but that's impossible.

I give up. My muscles relax. My mind clears. My eyelids close. From a tensed rock I became a soft feather. Ready to be controlled.

Before I was fully out I saw a face.

That face is soft and beautiful. Like an angel. He is smiling at me. Newt is smiling at me telling me everything will be okay. That I'll be fine.

Harmony. Peace.

And I'm off.

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After what felt like hours I felt something on my shoulder. A breath.

With every little energy I have I try to open my eyes and focus on my surroundings.

I was in Newt's hut with a body lying next to me. Newt himself.

For the first seconds, I couldn't realize what was happening. I close my eyes shut trying to look back at any memory. Oh—holy shuck.

There it is. Jeff and Clint gave me an anesthetic while Newt tried his best to drag me away from the doors—oh.

Thomas, Minho, and Alby are stuck in the Maze. At nighttime.