𝐒𝐮𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐞- a nostalgic longing to be near again to something or someone that is distant or that has been loved then lost. "The love that remains."
a love between a hopeless girl and a hopeless boy.
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⚠️ Triggers ⚠️ Panic attack; suicide.
I started running as fast as I could. Why would Minho scream? He's calling for help.
That's the last thing I heard.
I made my way to the doors, Minho's on the ground yelling for help. I tried to figure out the problem, but he wasn't the one injured.
No.
Newt. He was unconscious, his face paler than it had been the past few days. He had a few scratches on his arms. His head was bleeding a lot. And...his leg.
It was still attached to his body, but it was twisted...to the other side.
I looked away, shivers going down my spine.
What. The. Fuck.
I can not look at that.
I crouched down beside Minho. He was still shouting. He was out of breath, and his arms were shaking. Tears were filled in his eyes.
Jeff and Clint arrived, along with a group of Gladers. Probably all of them.
Minho's legs gave up. He wanted to help them take him to the med-hut, but he fell to his knees.
Muffled sounds out of his mouth. I've never in my life seen him like this. Newt is his best friend; of course, he'll react like that.
Stop acting surprised, Xiera.
I placed a hand on his shoulder. Crouching down beside him. I tried to help him up, and it took me at least three minutes to get him on his feet.
He didn't protest; he had his hand over my shoulder for support, my hand around his waist. "Come on," I mutter. Softer than usual.
We headed over to the med-hut. Everyone was outside. Yelling, shouting, gossiping.
Disgusting.
I shoved a few boys in my way. "Move out of the way, for fuck sake." I hit them with a few death glares when they protested.
I moved inside with Minho, helping him sit down on a chair.
Jeff, Clint, Alby, Ben, Dextor, Frypan, and all the keepers and the medjacks were inside. All of them surrounded Newt.
"What's the issue?" My voice hoarse. I'm sweating now. Shit.
Everyone was in a hurry. "His leg is detached in a way. We can fix it, but he won't be able to run properly anymore. He'll have a limp probably for the rest of his life." Dextor answered me in a hurry.
