Original // Newt

Chapter Five ~ Hate

Minho's POV

I'm running along, when I hear a scream. It's so familiar - one of the stupid shanks has done something, but as Keeper (yes, of course I'm the Keeper of the Runners - who else could handle it?) I guess I have to go sort it out. 

I run, and I run, and finally I find him.

Newt.

Tangled in the vines, head bleeding, leg twisted awkwardly. What did he do? But I know what he did.

He jumped. And I run back to the Glade, hoisting him over my shoulder.  And I don't look back.
I've been ignoring him for too long, he needs support. I'll be helping him get back on his feet, but he won't want everyone knowing that he tried to kill himself.

So I tell everyone that as he was running, he slipped, and twisted his leg and hit his head. They didn't seem to believe me, but I'd only tell if Newt wanted me to.

They put Newt, who's still unconscious, in a room with Dasha. I sit, between their beds, looking at them and smiling a sad smile. Both are close to death, but they are at least together. They look perfect together. Shaking my head, I start to step out, but I hear a groan.

"M-Minho?" A feminine voice croaks.
"Dasha? Are you awake?" I gasp and race to her bed, and the young girl rolls her eyes at me. "No, Minho. I'm a ghost." The insult was so bad I chuckled. "Stay here. I need to get Clint."

And I ran down to where he was putting a bandage on a Builder. "Clint! She's woken up!" I say, not out of breath at all.

"Oh, I'll check on him right away. Nasty fall." Clint says.
I stare at him in confusion. "Dasha! Dasha's awake." He was up in an instant, speedwalking to get to one of his leaders.

She's going to be okay.

That's Clint's verdict. And I leave, to speak to Alby, and then I'll go back - hopefully Newts awake by then.

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Alby is very pleased, so he goes to check on Dasha. I told him about Newt, and then he ran - not looking as happy. I sigh, and go to find Frypan and get some food.

I sit, picking at my food - rare for a Runner. I'm considering what will happen to Newt's position. I consider Dasha, but she's incapable after the business with Alex.

I feel so bad for her. Newt too - he must care a lot if he tried to kill himself. I have to help him. I stuffed all my Shepherds Pie in my gob, and race to the Infirmary.

When I get there, Alby is speaking to Dasha. She seems to be nodding. I overhear a snippet - "So you'll just help around the Glade? And Newt too?" But I walk to Newt.

After half an hour, when Albys gone, Dasha comes over, like a ghost. "I'll watch over him. You get some sleep." I nod, exhausted, but something stops me.
A small groan.
"Newt?" I whisper.
"Minho?" He mumbles. He opens his eyes and squeaks.
"D-Dasha? I thought you were dead!" He tries to sit up, so I quickly help him.

"No. I'm awake. Why are you here? No one would tell me." Dasha replies.

"Do you know, Minho?" Newt asks. I nod. "Thanks for not telling, but I want to tell her." I nod again, wanting to hear his side of the story.

"I climbed halfway up one of those bloody walls and jumped right off. Minho found me and dragged me back, I assume." I nod, confirming this. "I thought you were dead. I hated it, I hated myself. Minho wasn't speaking to me, and I couldn't deal with it. I hate this place. I hate every second of every day. But you make it better, Dasha." He smiles, a sad smile. A broken smile.

I leave them alone, and leave to sleep. It's been a long day, and I have a lot to think about. Dasha is suffering trauma, and Newt... Who knows. So I speak to Alby and it's agreed that they will share a room, next door to me and with Alby on the other side.

She has to be safe. For Newt. For all of us.

She's the Original.

A/N it's a fairly short chapter, but I wanted to get it finished. Another chapter will be out ASAP.

:D