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19: Bruised*~•

The sun had started to go down in the glade, or whatever appeared to be like it from the clouds above.

It was rather peaceful. No arguing and barely any noise made from the maze, wich was rare in these days.

Thomas was still watching Newt. The blonde was planting fresh seeds into the soil, and picking up old ones. The leaves Thomas held were not used by him yet, so he examined every single one, he had no better thing to do anyway.

Dinner was getting ready, the gladers were getting grumpier, wanting food more by the second.

Zart still wasn't back from looking for Gally. Thomas was worried about him and what Gally might do to him.

"Hey Newt, Thomas, you guys have to go see this!" An out-of breath Chuck explained, pointing to the woods. Thomases mind coudn't make up what was in there, he saw a silhuete laying still on the floor, was someone stung in daylight?

"Aight, come." Newt said to Thomas, gently helping him up by holding his waist. Thomas hissed at the bolt of pain that was dragged through him.

They slowly but surely made their way to the woods.

"What the klunk? Zart?" Newt exclaimed, examining the body and checking his breathing. He was alive, but barely.

"What? Was he stung or something?" Thomas confusingly asks, he coudn't tell the diffrence between stung and whatever that was.

"No, I think Gally had gone crazy. Real crazy this time." Newt murmured, taking a look at Zarts arms and face.

It was all bruised up and he had a black eye. There was blood coming out of his nose. It was a nasty punch. "We will wait for him to get up and have him explain what happened, until now, no assumptions." Newt ordered a glader who managed to swing by.

Confusion made its way to Thomases eyes, gazing open-mouthed at the unconscious Zart being dragged away by Jeff and Clint.

He didn't get why they coud move on like it was nothing.

"Open your mouth a little more and a mouse will crawl in" Newt laughed, looking the boy up and down. "Anyways, what's up? Why the wide-eye staring?" The boy continued, placing a hand on the brunettes back.

"I don't get how you guys can move on from things like this that quick, I really don't Newt." Thomases gaze drifted back to the med-jacks, who made their way into the building with Zart.

"You just have to get used to it, happens too often." Newt explains, patting his back and continuing. "You have plenty of deaths and stinging to see before you get used to it, but don't sweat it too much, aight?" He ends, placing a hand on Thomases face and giving him a reassuring smile.

Thomas sighs and nods.