𝐄𝐍𝐇𝐘𝐏𝐄𝐍- 𝖳𝖬𝖱,𝗀𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒¹

3- A broken boy

Her eyes shot open at the noise, still half asleep since she'd practically had no sleep. She caught her breath for a second, temporarily paralyzed at what she was hearing.

Meanwhile, Minho had already woken up and jumped out of his bed to run to the adjoined room. She'd never seen him so worried, except from yesterday in front of the doors. He didn't even take a second to look at Jazmine for concern, he just sprang right to it.

Still stunned, she had ended up being sat up straight on the Med-bed. She couldn't move. She couldn't talk. She couldn't breathe. She hasn't had nearly enough sleep to think straight.

Sobs and screams came from the other room, Newt was hurting, a lot. He was crying for help, complaining about how badly his wound was hurting. She could hear Minho trying to help but he wasn't the best talker, he was always a better listener.

"Minnie!" He needed her help, he's not a doctor? How would he know what to do?

She was so tired she could barely move her legs to get off the bed. She demanded her body to get up and move it. Finally, her legs were on the ground and she drowsily stumbled over to the scene.

Newt was sat up, arching his back at the pain. His leg was shaking like crazy, his skin was pale, his hands were on his head and he looked like he was going to be sick. The look of the boy made her wake a little more.

Minho was standing next to him, holding Newt's hands on his head for him, he must be in shock that he couldn't move himself.

"What are we meant to do?" Minho panicked. Anybody could see the worry on his face, no matter if they were a stranger or not.

"Go wake up Clint and Jeff, now. I'll need help," she didn't hesitate to act, finally. She grabbed a sick bucket and put it next to the bed he was lying on, just in case.

Minho nodded his head and sprinted to the Homestead, luckily right next to the Med-hut. He almost tripped over Jaz's hairbrush on the way out, nearly snapping his ankle on the object.

During this, Newt had continuously sobbed and moaned at the pain he accidentally brought on himself. It could have been a lot worse tho, she thought, making her mind go wild with the images of what would have happened if Minho found him in the maze any later.

It made her sick to her stomach to even picture it.

"Jazmine," Newt mumbled through his groans of pain. "I-it hurts."

Crack. Her heart just snapped into two, again.

She tried to act fast and think of something that could calm the pain down but all she could do at the moment was stand there. Her heart ached and her body felt weak. Newt's body feels worse, c'mon, she thought.

Hastily, she grabbed a bottle of pain relief from the drawer she organised before she went to sleep and a cup of water that was left on the counter by somebody yesterday.

She hated the fact that somebody else had drunk out of it and knew that she shouldn't be giving it to Newt but the kitchen was too far away, also she was on her own. She couldn't just leave him to go grab a glass of water when there was already one here.

"Open your mouth," she gently said to Newt.

He followed her orders and tried not to make any sobbing noises while she gave him two tablets from the container in her hand and gave him the water to assist him in swallowing, hoping it would somehow help him.

None of the Med-Jacks know how to treat a broken bone like this one, she knows it's dangerous for Newt to give him anything else other than the tablets until somebody else is here to help her. She feels the need that she should immobilize the bone but she doesn't know how to on her own. Where the shuck is Clint and Jeff?