The Maze Runner

Chapter Seven

  "I hate that we have to do that," I whisper to Newt as we walk to the med-tent.

"I know, love, but it's not safe to keep them here."

"But, it's like indirect murder! How are you okay with it?"

"Hey," He kneels down and tilts my chin up to meet his eyeline. "We do what we have to to keep the Gladers, and most importantly you, safe."

"I wish we could save them," I whisper, a tear trailing down my cheek. Newt uses his thumb to wipe it away from my cheek.

"I know, Beth. I know," He sighs, standing up and pulling me into his chest. I quietly sob into him, and he tries to relax me by running his hand through my hair and kissing my forehead.

"I'm so happy you don't run anymore," He says to me. I look up at him through my tear filled eyes.

"I know you are. I'm happy you don't run anymore, too," I reach up to kiss his cheek. I sigh "We're both pretty messed up, aren't we?" I slightly laugh as I say it.

"Eh, being put together is overrated," He tells me, swinging an arm across my shoulders and leading me to the med-tent. He pushes it open for me to walk inside.

"You know, you're not supposed to be in here," I tell him, turning around and pulling his body to mine.

"I won't tell if you don't," He smiles and leans down to kiss me. His hands pull my waist closer, and I keep guiding his lips to mine. He starts to take off his shirt.

"What if someone comes in and sees us?" I ask him. He smiles.

"Everyone's done for the day. Just enjoy the bloody moment, Beth," He tosses his shirt on the ground and backs me up until we fall over onto the cot. My hands run through his hair as he slips his tongue underneath my own. I grab the bottom of my own shirt and pull it over my head, dropping it to the floor so I can get back to what I was doing. More important matters. He trails kisses down to my neck.

"Hey- oh my God," A voice speaks up. We immediately stop what we're doing and look over to see Thomas and Chuck. I bite my lip and look up at Newt, who meets my gaze before scrambling to get off of me.

"What the bloody hell are you doing here?" Newt pushes my body behind his to shield me. "The day's over, what could you possibly need?" I lean my forehead against the back of Newt's shoulder in embarrassment. I can feel the blood rushing to my cheeks. I pick up my shirt from behind him and pull it over my head.

"I tripped over something, Alby told me to get my ankle checked out by you," Chuck tells me. He looks embarrassed, which is ironic, since I'm the one who should be.

"That's fine, just, don't tell Alby what you saw. Please. Either of you. Okay?" I ask them both for reassurance. The boys both nod and I take a deep breath and relax.