Injured Feet & Rickety Hearts {Book 1 Completed}

//Chapter 43//

I was worried as we walked towards the med-jacks room, Newt was agitated, trying his hardest to talk me out of this. But I wasn't having it, someone who I had believed to be dead wanted to see me. I just wanted to know what was going on.

I know this was a risk, but it was a risk worth taking, I have to be careful, I know I could go back into an insane babbling mess, but I had a feeling I needed to know what was about to happy.

"Laya, you don't need to do this. Alby will live if-"

"Newt, he's your friend. This is my condition. I won't be a runner if I can go in and apologise to him, I left him to die just as much as Minho did. I want to be able say something for it"

Newt grumbled and grabbed my hand, pulling me to his side in a protective way, Thomas was walking in front of us as we made our way up the spiral stairs. The creaky floorboards aching under the weight. We wondered down the hall until we stopped at a door on the right.

I was afraid to look in, but I tried to hide it, I couldn't out talk Newt, if he really didn't want me in there, there would be no point in arguing. I would never win against that. I put on a brave face as we walked in.

Alby looked sickly, laying in the bed with his eyes closed, a pained expression still firmly planted on his face. I was shocked to see him like that, Ben was so bad, why wasn't Alby? I breathed in sharply as I waited for my freaky head to spin me out. But nothing.

I was still on earth, still able to watch Newt slip into his chair.

"Is he sleeping?"

"I don't know"

Newt and Thomas exchanged as i walked over and leaned on Newt's chair, looking down at the pale boy. He looked just like he did in the Maze, had the changing already got to him. His cries had not gone unnoticed by me, they filled last night, they filled the day. It seemed that only now had they died down.

He was hit really hard out there, I watched him drop, I watched his head hit the ground like a rock on cement. It was not a pretty sight. I was sure he would never wake up. Newt gulped before I watched him lean over, looking at the boy more closely as his voice spoke out.

"Alby, Chuck said you wanted to talk to Tommy and Laya"

At first nothing happened, but then Alby's eyes snapped open, it oddly reminded me of something. But I couldn't put my finger on it. I gasped, as his eyes opened up, taking a step back in fright.

They were bloodshot, like he had had his eyes open this whole time. I watched him almost manically look between me, Newt and Thomas. Although he was creepy, a certain sanity still gripped his features.

Newt looked at me worried, but I regained myself, taking a weary step forward, never taking my eyes off Alby. I watched him move, it made me nervous. I don't know why, it put me on edge as he sat up, his back touching the headboard.

"Yeah"

His voice was the same as always, but for some reason he made me edgy. Newt sighed as he looked at Alby, speaking with a soft voice as he spoke to the sick boy.

"Chuck said you were thrashin' around, acting like a loony? What's wrong? are you still sick?"

Newt said as he leaned forward and Alby wheezed, sounding as if he could barely even get the breath to say one word. I licked my lips, trying to calm down the strange feelings in my stomach. Maybe it was because I was expecting something to happen, it always seems to happen to me or Thomas, brutal.

"Everything's... Gonna... change... the girl... Thomas... Malaya... I saw them"

"What do you mean you saw-"