Nepenthe (TMR FF) UNDER EDITING

Chapter 22

Newt and the other Glader's were waiting outside of the West door when we turned a corner. Minho and Thomas let out a collective sigh of relief when they saw them, but I just bit my lip, stopping completely. Minho glanced at me, before walking over to wear I was standing and placing his hand on my forearm. He gave it a light squeeze, sending me what I assume was supposed to be a reassuring smile.

"Come on, Emmy. Just a little bit further and we'll be outta here." He muttered, nodding his head towards the West entrance. I clenched my jaw, the pain in my leg starting to appear again. I could already feel the rest of my energy gradually draining from my body and I felt as if I would collapse at any given second.

I shrugged out of Minho's grasp and stepped away, avoiding his gaze. Thomas raised his eyebrows at me, as if asking me if I was okay. I just stared at him, not making any attempt to answer his silent question. After a moment he let out a sigh, turning around and walking towards the entrance. I did the same, listening quietly to Minho's hesitant footsteps behind me. It was then when the realisation hit me. Thomas, Minho and I had survived a night in the Maze.

"Emma! What happened?" Newt asked, looking almost angry. He limped over to me, wrapping his arms around my waist. I tensed in his embrace, not making any effort to hug him back. "How in the bloody-"

"It's a long story." Thomas interrupted, gesturing to the inside of the Maze. "We have to save Alby."

Newt pulled back from our current position, his face turning dangerously pale. He looked relieved and terrified at the same time. "What do you mean? He's alive?"

"Not for long."

My mind went blank as I blocked out the rest of their conversation. I swayed on my feet slightly; glancing around at the Glader's surrounding us. Chuck smiled when he noticed me looking in his direction, giving me an excited wave. I stared at him blankly, my eyebrows scrunching. He looked up at Gally, who was standing behind him, in confusion. Gally's eyes narrowed at my lack of response until they suddenly widened, and he let out a shocked noise.

"Newt!" He exclaimed, looking down at my leg. "I think she's been stung!"

Everyone's attention was direction to me and Minho rushed to my side, a guilty look in his eyes.

"Klunk! I forgot all about you getting stung! Clint, Jeff, someone get the Grief Serum!" Minho shouted, and multiple boys rushed to the Med-Jack quarters.

Something lit up in my mind and my head snapped towards the Asian boy, a low growl coming from my mouth.

"So now you decide to care about me?" I snarled, my lips curling up slightly. Minho stumbled back, hurt flashing in his eyes.

"E-Emmy, I didn't mean it-"

"You didn't mean what, Minho? You didn't mean it when you said that you couldn't trust me anymore? You didn't mean it when you left me alone in the Maze with Thomas? What didn't you mean, Minho, because I don't think I understand?" I snapped. I didn't know why I was so angry. It was just an intense feeling in the pit of my stomach and if I didn't let it out, it felt like I would explode.

"You left her alone?" Newt exclaimed, walking up to Minho. He grabbed him by the front of the shirt; bringing the boy close to his face. Minho didn't try to stop him; he simply stared at the Brit, guilt covering his face.

"Yeah." He admitted, closing his eyes. Newt's jaw clench and his hand that was clutching Minho's shirt tightened, his knuckles turning white.

"You said that you would look after her! I would have rather you flirt with her, than leave her alone! I trusted you to look after her!" Newt growled. I felt a snap in my head and I let out a sarcastic chuckled, rolling my eyes. The two boys looked at me in confusion.