Forget (A Maze Runner/Newt Fanfiction)

3-"What happened?"

Ky's POV:

I wake up on a bed with my arm in a cloth sling. Two thoughts pop into my head.

The first is that something feels wrong - I just don't know what.

The second is that my mouth is so dry, it feels like a desert. I need water. I look over and see a glass of water sitting on the table beside me. How convenient.

I reach for the glass, but only succeed in knocking it over. The glass hits the floor and shatters, sending water cascading over the wood floor. I sit up and swing my legs over so they hang over the edge of the bed so I can clean up the glass shards before it gets stepped on by a Medjack. At that moment, Jeff runs in, banging the door open in the process, and sees me sitting there.

"You're awake!" he exclaims.

"Yeah, I am", I say in a dull tone. "And I accidentally broke your cup." I motion towards the shattered glass on the floor.

Jeff chuckles and kneels down to pick it up. I get down on the floor and silently help. I struggle to grab the pieces using only my good arm and only manage to grab a few. Jeff collects the pieces of glass from my hand and leaves the room to throw them away.

Once he leaves, I sneak out of the building to get some fresh air and water. I go to the kitchens where Frypan works and help myself to a glass of cold water. It's almost dinner time and Frypan hurriedly shoos me out of his kitchen, making a quick remark about how he's glad I'm okay.

Newt should be back from running by now, so I wander around the Glade, searching for him. After doing two laps and searching every building, even questioning a few Gladers, I cradle my injured arm and sigh. I can't find him.

Maybe he's still mapping his section for the day, I think.

I look in the map room, yet he is no where to be found. That's when I begin to panic. I tell Minho immediately and watch as he runs off into the maze to find him.

There are only five minutes until the doors close. I pace back and forth in front of the doors of the glade, waiting for any sign of them.

When there is only three minutes left, I see Minho turn the corner, dragging Newt behind him.

"NEWT!" I scream, rushing towards them.

When I reach them, I see that Newt's ankle is twisted at an unnatural angle.

"Newt!" I sob. How could I have let this happen?

Using my good arm, I help Minho drag him back to the glade. We reach the glade just as the doors begin closing for the night. Minho runs to get Clint and Jeff while I stay with Newt's limp body. I crumple to the ground beside him. Tears stream down my face.

"Don't be dead! Newt, please!" I shout, checking his pulse. There's a heartbeat, albeit a faint one.

"Newt! Wake up, wake up, wake up! Don't leave me here alone!" I scream. Fear consumes me.

I grab his face in my hands and pull him to me chest.

"I love you....don't leave me...." I whimper.

"Ky......", Newt stirs and his face scrunches up in pain. "I...I love you too....", he whispers back. I smile softly, relief beginning to seep into me.

"Ky.....I'm sorry..." he sighs.

"Shhhh sh. It's okay. It's gonna be okay", I say, repeating the words he said to me before. "Jeff and Clint are on their way and they'll fix your leg."

I stroke his hair lovingly. His dark brown eyes look up at me. They're filled with pain and tears.

"What happened?" I ask him.

But before he can respond, Clint and Jeff arrive to where we are sitting on the hard packed earth. When they pick Newt up, he blacks out again, going limp in their grip.

I watch as they carry him away from me, the overwhelming fear returning. I slump down and hug my knees to my chest.

Maybe if I wouldn't have been so clumsy and run into that shuck wall, I would have been there to save Newt, I think

Then, I just cry.

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