Her Anchor || Newt - Maze Runner

Part 16 - Like Some Movie Planning

~Your POV~

I woke up surrounded by some figures. My eyes blurry so I couldn't make them out, but once they cleared, I saw Ace and Frypan on either sides of me.

'Thank God! You are awake!' screamed Frypan, giving a huge bear hug. Last night's events came rushing to me. The fight, the claws, the passing out. Everything. I looked over at Ace, knowing he was feeling horrible and I gave him a hug too, reassuring him that I didn't blame him. 

'I am so sorry Y/n.' Ace said, sadness laced in his voice

'It is ok, but next time I won't even hesitate to kick your ass.' We all laughed at that comment.

My hands found my neck as I searched for any claw marks, any remains of last night, but I came up empty-handed. They had already healed.

'So, what happened after I collapsed?' I questioned

Ace started 'Well after you collapsed, I brought you to the kitchen where Frypan and Newt were-'

'What Newt saw? What did he say? What did you guys say?'

'Calm down, we didn't say anything. We told him that you two were racing and you fell and scraped your neck on some sharp rocks. Of course, he didn't believe it for a shucking second, but it was better than nothing.' continued Frypan

'Frypan, Newt and I all brought you here, where we just cleaned your wounds. After we convinced Newt to leave and we finished cleaning all the blood, we saw that the marks had already healed, but we thought it would be best to let you rest and recover. When Jeff and Clint came in this morning, we told them that you had been throwing up all night so we thought it would be best for you to stay the night here.' finished Ace

'Wow, that is like a whole shucking movie planning there. That was pretty smart.' I praised

'Thank you. Do you think you can stand up?' asked Frypan

I slid to the edge of the bed and planted my feet on the ground. I stood up, feeling a bit uneasy but able to stand.

'Ok good. You are going to work the whole day in the kitchen with me, ok?' Frypan told me. I nodded as we made our way to the kitchen. Breakfast and lunch had already been served, so we waited for dinner to roll round. 

It was about 2 pm when we heard screaming coming from outside. We all rushed to the door, trying to catch where the noise was coming from. Our eyes landed on the scene. Thomas was sprinting out of the Deadheads, closes followed by. Ben?

'HELP!' screamed Thomas

We all darted to Thomas, knowing that ben could easily overpower him. Ben tackled Thomas to the floor and started shouting in his face. All of a sudden, Newt swinged a hoe over his head, getting Ben in the temple, knocking him to the floor. Everyone swarmed Ben like bees as Newt, Gally and Frypan held him down.

Someone asked Thomas what happened.

'He just attacked me.'

Ben looked so distressed on the floor as Alby entered the circle of fifty teenagers. We all collectively held our breath as Alby order someone to lift ben's shirt. As the shirt rose, it revealed a purple circle on the right side of his stomach, with purple and blue veins spreading all over his lower stomach and chest and his stomach rising and falling in an uneven rhythm.

'He has been stung. In the middle of the day?' asked Gally as we all were shaken. Ben was pleading with Alby, knowing there was no hope in doing so.

'Put him in the pit. Come on everyone! Put him in the pit.' demanded Alby as Ben tried to tear away from the forceful restraints of Newt, Gally and Fry. He started screaming at all of us trying to persuade us. Held my head low, knowing that this was Ben's last hours in the Glade.

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