Everbloom ღ Newt TMR²

12. Rule Breakers

Here is the next chapter, let me know what you're thinking so far, I love to hear from you guys! Your comments are great! xo

Challenge: A trillion points to who can pinpoint the little Easter egg from 'Everlasting' which I inserted into chapter 8. Thirteen.
I thought it was a really cute scene in 'Everlasting', so I added it into 'Everbloom' as well, to see if anyone notices it.

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The shot rang out, leaving a slight ringing in Lori's ears. She couldn't move. The shock of what had just happened, gave her the feeling like someone had poured cement through her veins.

Another shot is fired, and that crack, is enough to get her moving. She runs over to Thomas, collapsing beside him.
"Thomas! Thomas, are you okay?"

No reply, he just looks around. His face is drained of colour, and he looks like he is about to pass out. He rolls over, and grips tightly onto his shoulder, where he had been shot. Thank shucking god. That could have been so much worse.
But it still could be. If he doesn't get patched up, he'll probably bleed out.

Lori turns to see Minho tackle the shooter to the ground, he's a brave idiot, she thinks to herself, shaking her head.
She turns back to the wounded Glader, whos breath pace had noticeably sped up.

She feels her stomach clench, and her eyes sting. I don't know how to fix a bullet hole! She thinks to herself, looking at the crimson liquid pouring from the wound. I may be a Med-Jack, but I never had to deal with this!
"I don't know what to do," Lori mutters under her breath.

Not a second later, Newt has slid down beside her, assessing Thomas' condition.
The darker haired boy looks at them both, "He shot me."

"No shit!" Lori exclaims before she can eve stop herself.
Both of the boys stare at her, shocked at her outburst, apparently. "I'm sorry, but pointing out the obvious isn't going to take that bullet out of your shoulder," she mutters.

Someone among the Gladers passes Lori a shirt, which she gratefully accepts, holding it to the injury, to help try and slow the bleeding. Thomas cries out with pain, which makes Lori jumps, apologizing over and over to her friend in pain. His eyes start to flutter, as if he wants to pass out, but he can't.

Jorge runs up to them, putting a hand on each of Lori and Newt's shoulders. "I can get that sucker out of him. But I'll need a fire."

"We can't do this here," Newt exclaims, turning back to Thomas with a worried expression.

Minho is beside them now, which Lori didn't even notice, "Let's get out of this shuck city."

"Okay, I'll wrap this shirt around his shoulder, and then you guys need to carry him," Lori explains. They all nod in agreement, and she sets to work, tightening the fabric, to preserve as much of the boy's blood as possible.

Minho and Jorge lift Thomas, because Newt can't carry him, as well as run fast because of his limp.
They all run, exiting the city and back into the sandy dunes of the Scorch.

When they are far enough, that they feel they've escaped the Cranks, they lay Thomas down, and get set on starting a fire.
Gladers set out, before returning with kindling.

The sky is growing dark by the time they have the fire going, the canvas above them turning a shade of purple, with stars splattered across its glowing surface.

Jorge sits beside the fire, still heating the blade of a knife he intends to use to remove the bullet from Thomas' shoulder.
"Is he going to be okay?" Lori asks the man, who doesn't really feel like a stranger anymore.