It's another slow day in the glade. No one has visited the medjack shack, so I've been laying on a cot with nothing to do but think. All I've been able to do is worry about Newt. I'm sure he'll be fine, Minho is with him. Everything is going to be okay.
About two hours before the doors are supposed to close I hear a commotion near the entrance to the maze. "MEDJACK! WE NEED A MEDJACK!" someone shouts.
I rush over and find the other gladers grouped around a bloody body. The boys leg is so bent and twisted it's barely recognizable.
Minho is crouched beside him, also covered in blood, but it's not his own. He looks up at me, fighting back tears.
No... it can't... it's not him...
Everything stops. I can see everyone around me, but they're moving so slow. I can hear myself yelling for them to carry him back to the medjack shack and I can see myself running alongside them, but I don't feel anything. It's almost as if I've stepped outside of my body and I'm watching someone else do all these things. It must be fear or shock, but there's two of me. There's the me on the outside that everyone can see, the me who is trying to save her friends life. Then there's the me on the inside, the me who is paralyzed.
The only thing the me on the inside can do is hope for the best.
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Falling
Fanfictiony/n is a medjack and everyday someone brings Newt in to have his cuts treated. Newt is getting worse and worse and y/n doesn't know what to do. tw: self-harm and a suicide attempt (completed)
