The Cliff

The Survivor

"Is he dead?"
"He looks like klunk."
"What happened to his leg?"
"Shuck, we need to get him back to the Glade."

The Runners crowd around Newt's limp, almost lifeless body as they try to decide what to do. "SLIM IT, EVERY LAST ONE OF YOU!" Minho screams, his throat aching from the tears threatening to spill over at the sight of his best friend, nearly dead. "Thank you," he says slightly calmer, but his voice is still tense with fury. "Everyone get an arm or a leg. We . . . we need to at least try to save him," Minho says quieter and more soft this time.

The Runners nod, not daring to argue. "Just be careful with that leg of his!" Minho shouts, but no one seems to pay attention to him, so Minho just handles the supposedly broken leg himself, careful not to cause any more damage, if even possible.

With all of the Runners helping out, they make their way back to the Glade in almost no time. "ALBY!" Minho screams so loudly and desperately he almost sounds like a wounded animal from the Blood House. "ALBY ITS NEWT!" He screams again. Minho orders everyone to set Newt down and they do just as they're told.

Thankfully, Alby comes running towards the group of Runners crowded around Newt's dying body. Unfortunately, all the commotion has attracted a crowd, and boys drop their work and begin sprinting over in swarms. People exchange nervous whispers with each other as they glance over at Newt's body. Alby groans.

"SLIM IT! EVERYONE SHUT YOUR HOLES!" He yells and everyone falls silent. He sighs heavily and looks over at Minho. "Minho, I need you to tell me what happened," Alby says, much calmer this time. Minho exhales in annoyance. "Alby, I know as much about this shuck situation as you do. All I know is that I found this shank," Minho says as he jabs his thumb back to Newt, "bleeding to death by the cliff."

The rest of the Runners nod and mumble in agreement while waiting for someone to do something. Alby sighs before whipping his head around. "Well what you waitin' for! Med- Jacks! Quit your yappin' and get him!" He yells before ordering people to step away from Newt and let the Med- Jacks carry him off to figure out what's wrong with him, if he'll live, and what will happen to him if he will.

2 Hours Later

"So he'll be alright?" Minho asks the Med-Jack named Jeff almost too excitedly. Jeff holds up his hand. "Slow down. I said he'd live. I never said he'd be alright," he says truthfully before sitting down. "He'll live. But that leg of his isn't lookin' too good. He'll probably have a limp til' the day he actually dies." Minho nods, trying to catch his breath. "He should be awake and ready to explain himself pretty soon," Jeff adds. Minho nods and walks out without another word.