𝐈𝐌𝐌𝐔𝐑𝐄 - TMR, apply fic

𝟢𝟢𝟣，@𝐦𝐚𝐳𝐞𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐫

THE GLADE — ONE AND A HALF YEAR AFTER THE FIRST GREENIE

"We should slice his leg off."

Horrified, Rhodes stares at him.

"It's a decent solution!" Matthew throws his hands into the air, eyebrows raised in exaggerated innocence. 

Clint hums thoughtfully. Moves his fingers from grasping his chin to running a hand through his curls. "Not like he's going to walk properly after this anyway."

"No. Are you insane? And what are you even doing here? You're a Slicer!" Rhodes gives Matt a firm shove towards the door of the Med Hut.

Rare smile lines appear when he chuckles, loud and... satisfied, almost. It's one of the few smiles he reveals, now and then. "I'm just saying," Matt points out.

"Get out." Rhodes pushes him out the door and slams it shut, leaving them in a tense silence. He turns back to their patient.

Pale skin. Chapped, almost blue lips. Greasy, blonde hair clinging to a forehead beaded with sweat. A leg twisted disgustingly out of position. Slow breaths.

"This is not some kind of joke," Rhodes murmurs. "Alright, Ruby, press down on hips to keep him from moving. Jeff, you take hold of his head and Clint, his chest. I'm going to reset the bone."

"Ew," murmurs Clint.

"Guys, come on," Ruby chimes in once neither of the two Med-Jacks move. "The faster we work, the faster it'll be over and the faster Newt will look—"

"...okay?" Jeff guesses.

"Let's just aim for not dying," Rhodes decides. "Ready?"

"Absolutely not."

Yet they all do as Rhodes had said. Clint presses down on Newt's chest, forcing him stuck to the bed. Jeff holds his—

"Wait, Jeff, hold his arms instead."

With a light sigh, the boy pushes Newt's arms down. Ruby, the long-haired, blonde girl, does the same, but to his hips.

Rhodes takes a while inspecting what way to bend the leg correctly. His fingers trail over the outline of the break. One wrong move and Newt's leg might end up even worse than it already is. "I'll have to bend it three times."

Ruby pales, voice trembling. "Three?"

"Yes, it feels broken in three places. So... hold him tight."

They all brace themselves until their feet are planted to the ground as if roots connect them.

"Ready?" Rhodes asks again.

"Never."

"On three." The boy rolls the sleeves of his white shirt up. Wiping sweat off his forehead, he also makes sure his hair is out of the way. Sunlight shines lightly through the small window, illuminating his blonde hair into a rather reddish color. "One... two... three!"

All three Med-Jacks push down as hard as they can, while the fourth one wraps his hands around Newt's mangled leg, and twists it back in place.

A raw scream so loud it must've attracted even the Runners in the Maze slips from Newt. His eyes jump wide open, agony and pain forming tears. He resists against the many hands holding him, trashing around as he cries, but he doesn't manage to get them off.

"Sorry, Newt," Rhodes murmurs. Then, without a warning, he twists the leg again.

Another scream, followed by a flood of tears. Newt's body shakes violently below their hands.