Newt imagines 2

They chose the new girl, not me

Hey guyssss. So I'm super happy right now cause of this new video. Seeing them having fun makes me happy. Is that weird?
It looks amazing! I'm so excited for the movie that it seems cruel for it to be released on the 9th of Feb here in the uk, not the 26th Jan. But don't the wicked facilities looks great!

Although I think Wes wants to extend our pain. If you pause the video on the moment near the end when Thomas (Dylan) and Newt (tbs) are looking at the filmed cameras view, you can see the prominent blue veins on tbs neck. I want to curl up and cry for him and for me, having to watch him die in just over a month. 32 days to be exact. Also he looks so sick around the end of the video. 😭😭😭😭😭

Everything was so peaceful. I was finally out of pain, I felt no sadness. The high from the liquid dripping into my veins made my head fuzzy, I was so happy. The past days forgotten in the drug's high. I officially love morphine.
A group burst into the room, the door slamming against the wall. The man in charge, stormed over to me on my bed, he grabbed my hospital gown, hauling me off the bed, straining my stitches to the point of ripping, and pinned me onto the cold metal wall. His grey upper lip, trembled in rage. "Where did they go?"
I had no clue what was happening, but I knew it wasn't good. "What?" My slurred, dry voice attempted to ask.
"Your friends where did they go?" He screamed slamming my back onto the wall, my head burning as it hit the solid metal.
I shut my eyes trying to process everything, this man, I knew him. For where? The word ratman kept swirling round but I couldn't give it a meaning. And what friends? Did he mean the gladers?
"I don't know who you are?" I whispered, more talking to myself trying to work out an explanation for everything. I can't even remember why I had surgery. Pictures of people, grass, monsters, were flashing before my eyes. The morphine certainly wasn't helping.
His grip fell lose on my gown, returning me to my feet. "So it is true...." He mumbled. I stayed pinned to the wall, not scared, just needing the support to stay up. Then a woman enters the room, she wasn't in a rush like the first group had been. She away composed, and clam in her entire white outfit. I frowned, I've seen that face, not in person like this, but I've certainly seen it. Where?
"Janson put my patient back in her bed please." Her bun didn't wiggle as she dipped her head towards the bed, it was so secure it looked painful like all the roots might yank out their sockets. Gradually with the help of other I was returned to the bed, my drip and morphine source put back into place. One man turned down the morphine concentration, it made me want to cry. Morphine was so good.
The new woman had authority, everyone looked to her for commands even the man that attacked me. "Y/n." She looked through a folder she carried in her arms like a baby. "I'm sorry for that, it was unnecessary."
I tried to shuffle away from her, but with low morphine levels the pain was beginning to creep back in like one of those beetle blades scuttling round. "Who are you? What's going on? Why am I in pain? And where's the glade?" It felt similar to being a greenie, except you knew what the glade was. And the maze.
She sat on the end of a bed, like what I had always picture a caring mother would do. "Y/n, what was the last thing you remember?"
I stained into my memories searching through the recent folder. "Ummm, there was a comatose girl, who said it was all going to end.... Err...." It was hard to piece it all into a time line. "I think the maze door stopped shutting..." I struggled for breath as I remember watching Gally tearing at the boards on the window, Newt running to stop him. The red spots of blood splattering the bedding sheets as Gally whacked him in the face with the butt of a plank. But then there was an image of Newt smiling at me as I pressed a towel to the side of his face, he must have been alright. I relax. "We lost boys, Gally, Adam.... Someone else... The girl woke up, wait no that was before the doors stopped shutting." I was more talking to myself than the woman. "We had almost got the code." I paused, there was nothing after that, just a constant feeling of sadness. "I can't remember anything afterwards. Is Newt alright?" He had better not be linked to the sadness, otherwise.... I don't know what I will do.
The woman frowned, her skinny red lips turning down. "You don't remember being in pain, feeling nauseous, a high temperature? Loss of appetite?"
In fact I did. I remember the smell of sick, the gulp as I tried to force my food back down. Spending nights awake in agony. Newt and Minho's voices trying to force me to eat with all the chaos going on around us. I nod, baffled as to why I got sick, and why I can't remember the images of the sick, of the nights I spent awake, of Newt and Minho begging me to eat.
"Y/n." The woman placed a hand on my leg, I could feel the wrinkles on her palm. "You had appendicitis. We had to take out your appendix, a simple, common surgery, but the generators broke down midway through your surgery." She scanned into my eyes, only seeing the confusion and fear I felt right now. Some weirdos had operated on me and now I have no memories of since I got sick... This felt so dodgy.
"We think you're suffering for some mild amnesia." The woman finished. Much to their and my surprise I let out a huge groan. I was so tired of loosing memories. Waking up unable to remember. I was also sad at loosing memories of my friends, every second with them was important. To me.
"What about Newt? Minho? Chuck? Alby? Thomas? My friends? What did he mean?" I bombarded her with questions, needing to know right now.
"Your friends solved the maze and you all escaped, and we rescued you from wicked. We've brought you here to our sanctuary to wait until you can go to the paradise." The ratman spoke up moving closer like he had just hatched onto a plan to rob fry's kitchen of chocolate. Desperate to get his say. "So you don't remember anything?"
I moved away from them all, why were they diverting my questions? Why don't I remember escaping the maze? The most significant thing of my entire life, and I had forgotten.