Amaurotic \\ The Maze Runner [Newt] [1]

Chapter Eight

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Nova couldn't put the horrible embrace of death into words, the feeling of thick liquid stung as it slowly surged it's way throughout her veins. And she had a feeling that the liquid had been contracted from the Griever that attacked her moments earlier, she knew that it wasn't a good thing. She felt nothing, but pure pain, but she could hardly show it.

She couldn't speak nor even hear, everything was fuzzy from the inside-out, everything had been an echo to reality. She had many questions sitting in the back of her mind... Am I dead? Am I dying? Am I in an alternate reality? Was all she thought, and she was scared.

Minho knew exactly what happened, as Nova had pretty much given off every sign for it. He's seen it before, many times. And it was serious, no time for messing around, that kind of situation.

Though he was exhausted, he grabbed Nova and held her bridal style. As he quickly made his way back to the Glade, he watched Nova as she shivered and trembled in his arms. Her breath was heavy, broken eye's were closed, finger's curling inward into small fists. Minho could tell she was in pain. And he didn't blame her.

Once Minho entered the Glade seconds before the walls had closed for the night, he collapsed onto his knee's almost dropping Nova, as he couldn't be on his feet for any longer. He's never had to run back into the Maze just to save the life of a person whom everyone truly cared about, but he did, and he was proud of himself for doing so.

Nova was very important, and no one knew that. Not even Nova herself, she was completely oblivious, and thought she was just like everyone else.

Without having to yell, half of the Glade already made their way, running, to get to Minho and a limp Nova. Gally, Clyde, David, Ben, and Chuck. All shocked to see Nova beat, as everyone knew she had been the best Runner there. They couldn't believe it. Even Gally had felt bad for her, and that was rare.

"What happened?" Chuck asked in disbelief.

"She-" Minho panted with a pause, not wanting to say a word about it. "-Griever got her." Was all he hinted at.

Chuck's eye's dropped to the ground, not able to look a passed out Nova in the face, without wanting to form tears.

It was so unlike Gally to feel this way, but he felt like he had to do something nice for once. "I'll bring her to the Med-Jacks," Adding, "Get the shank off your hands."

Minho looked up at Gally with a hint of uncertainty, but with an exhausted mind he nodded slowly, agreeing with the plan.

Gally carefully brought Nova into his arms, now carrying her bridal style, as he stood and headed towards the homestead.

"Just like old times, huh?" Gally brought up the past. "You sure do like tree's, a lot, too much." The lightest fading chuckle lurked from his chest, which was a first.

He noticed the strain and pain in Nova's facial expressions, as her breath was ragged. "Hang in there Greenie, it'll be alright."

Gally knew her name, and he knew she was always annoyed when being called 'Greenie', most of the Glader's were. But he called her that just now, for old times sake, just in case there was a slight chance that she wouldn't make it through.

'Goodbye little Greenie,' is what my last words to her would be, it's not much, but at least it's something. Something special to me. Gally thought.

Gally had been so misunderstood, he was known as the biggest bully in the Glade. When really, he's not. He's really not. He was mean, he get's that, he know's it. He admit's that he can be a little mean here and there, but he has his reasons, and he doesn't have to prove himself to everyone in the Glade for his reasons. He has past problems he's experienced, most have. He does care, a lot, he just doesn't show it in spirit. He only show's a quarter of it, if your lucky.