The Scorch Trials - Newt

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*WARNING* Change of POVS in this chapter and suicide.

Maeve:

Winston's shrill scream echoed as the cranks dug their nails into his stomach, scratching and cutting as Winston pleaded for help.

"Hang on!" My voice wavers as I grab his arm, digging my heels into the ground to anchor myself against the pull of the cranks. 

"Come on! Pull! Pull!" Thomas yelled as we pulled him away. I tried my best to block out Winston's screams as Frypan and Aris helped stabilize him while the others struggled to shut the door.

"Maeve run!"

I glanced at Minho and Ashton who were holding down the door, "But-"

"We're right behind you!"

Newt's hand found my back as he gently pushed me. Reluctantly, I picked up my pace. The others were already running up ahead dodging the insane amount of wreckage around us that was deemed to be useless until Aris pointed out a heap of rubble within our eyesight that served as a hiding spot.

I heaved as we huddled together, praying that the cranks wouldn't find us. Tears stung my eyes as the screeches of the cranks became louder by the second.

A familiar set of arms wrapped around me, pulling me into their chest. Newt's heartbeat was racing, yet it managed to ground me.

Everyone was drained, each drifting off to sleep one after the other. All except for Winston. His breathing was uneven, mostly coming out as wheezing, and despite his attempts to muffle his sounds of discomfort, it was clear that he was in a lot of pain, not to mention his exposed wounds.

Slowly unwrapping Newt's arms from around me, I grabbed the duffle bag I'd been carrying this whole time and tiptoed in Winston's direction.

"Hey," I whispered. Clearly, he thought he was the only one awake as the boy was startled at my appearance.

"Did I wake you?" 

I shook my head with a smile as I rummaged through the bag looking for some alcohol and bandages, "No, I never slept."

Grabbing hold of the items, I glanced up at Winston who had already lifted his ripped shirt, staring at his wounds as the color drained from his face.

"Winston," I whispered. He hesitantly diverted his gaze over to me. "You'll be okay. Just keep looking at the sky and I'll bandage you up real quick alright?"

Grabbing the alcohol and some cotton balls, I started disinfecting his wounds as much as I could without inflicting more pain.

I winced as Winston groaned every time the alcohol made contact with his skin. Wrapping the bandage tightly around his waist I silently hoped that his wounds would heal better now that they weren't exposed and the blood flow had drastically slowed down. 

I let out a sigh as Winston's eyes started to flutter shut slowly. Not wanting to disturb his chance for some much-needed sleep, I quietly returned to Newt and cuddled up against his side. The corners of my mouth lifted when his arm went around my waist.

 As the day's exhaustion came crashing down on me, my eyes drifted shut and the world went silent.

It was Thomas's yelling that woke me up, that and the rock that kept scratching against my bare calf. 

"Why the fuck are you shouting." I groaned, rubbing my eyes hoping to get rid of the heaveness in my eyelids.

"Are they gone?" Ashton's voice was groggy from sleep. 

"Yeah," Thomas nodded, 'I think we're safe for now." 

Sure, answer him and not me.

"We should get moving."