Violation (The Maze Runner, Newt / Sequel to The Original)

19 - Time Flys

Chapter 19 - Time Flys

[Recap: Wendy is almost killed by fellow Glader Kyle. After Newt, Minho, Jeff, and other boys help her after it happened, Wendy still remains unresponsive.]

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Newt didn't love Wendy, but he didn't hate her either.

It was more he despised her, but didn't what her to die. Wasn't fond of her, but didn't blame her for anything. He didn't hate her, but he didn't love her either. That was the cold truth.

Yeah, Newt was pretty upset with what happened to Wendy, and he cared if she was okay and safe and if anything was wrong with her. But he could never worry and care for her like he did with Isabella.

Minho probably felt like Newt did with Bella, but in this case, with Wendy. He saw the way he looked at her, held her hand the day Kyle attacked her, the way he would smile at her and laugh at her stupid jokes and would make sure she was okay after she fell asleep. He looked at her like the way Newt would to Isabella, but Wendy was oblivious.

Yet, Newt found himself slowly missing Wendy over the weeks that had passed since the incident.

Kyle was banished the following day and everyone mourned for Wendy even though she was still alive, all of them hoping for her to wake up that day. But then that day passed, then the next one, then the next one, and soon three days went to four days and four days had turned into one week which lead to two, then three, and still, Wendy was not awake yet.

Minho visited every waking day, sometimes missing running days to stay behind and sit by her bed the entire day just to fall asleep on her stomach. Newt would always wake him up and try to get him back to his hammock, but he'd refuse every night.

It was half way through the third week when Newt trudged up the stairs to Wendy's bed in the Med Jacks room. The night was dark, the time being two a.m in the morning with a harsh breeze blowing through the glade. Everything felt different without her up and walking. Newt even admitted that he missed her constant bickering at the blonde boy.

Her scars had slowly disappeared, except for the one on her chest. It was large and only noticeable through low v-neck shirts; it was from Kyle's stab wound, a puncture that all the Gladers were thankful for not hitting any of her major organs or heart.

Her skin was paler than usual, the freckles that balanced on her face standing out even more than usual. She looked dead, like a ghost, none of them knew if Wendy was going to wake up with the condition she seemed to be in. The best they could do was hope she was.

Hope, such a small word with so much meaning. Newt had grown to rely on hope for the past few years; putting all of his wishes and dreams into hope instead of wishing among the stars. But after what happened with Isabella, he stopped wishing on something invisible, something that was non existent. Now it proved to him, what happened to Wendy, that hope was a myth.

When Newt opened the door to the infirmary to check on not only Wendy, but Minho, he was greeted with the sight of Minho sitting next to her, his hands clenched onto the sheets underneath her. She was still unconsciousness, her breathing slow and steady in the silent night as Minho ducked his head away from Newt, not meeting his gaze.

"Hey, Minho." Newt greeted solemnly as he made his way over to the opposite of him, taking a seat next to Wendy as well. She was paler than usual, a few beads of sweat coating her forehead.

"She was talking in her sleep." Minho announced, and Newt was surprised to say the least, she hadn't said a word at all in the past weeks. At least whenever he was there.