Mended [Book Two] COMPLETED

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Slow, shallow breaths. Newt laid on his back, eyes closed in pain. His leg was aching to the max, almost as bad as back when the incident happened. His mind was fuzzy, along with his surroundings. After a moment of thinking, he came to.

Rain was pouring over him, he was swimming in sand. He had almost got struck by lightning, he realized.

He couldn't see anything, the storm was getting worse with every passing second. He had no time to waste. He scrambled up and began to run for dear life in a random direction. Hopefully toward one of the towering buildings.

His ankle was killing him, but he pushed himself forward and caught up with the gang. He couldn't help but feel that he was forgetting something, but what?

All thoughts in his head disintegrated when he saw Minho. He called out for his friend and pushed himself even harder, determined to catch up.

Well, it was a good thing that he didn't, because the black haired boy got swept clean off his feet to the left. A thick lightning bolt came down and struck.

"Minho!"

Newt ran as fast as he legs would take him. The only other time he had been that fast was back in the Glade, back in his runner days.

He threw himself to his knees, skidding along the sand.

Minho looked unconscious. Newt slapped his face a few times, but he didn't budge. He sighed, knowing that it would be a great struggle to carry him half a mile with the way his ankle was hurting.

Thankfully, Thomas came into the picture. The brunette ran over and, without even having to say anything, picked up Minho, threw him over his shoulder, and kept on running. Newt followed in suite, making sure that Thomas didn't drop Minho along the way.

A door to a tall building was so close, only a few yards away. Newt ran ahead and opened it for Thomas, who lugged Minho through. The rain stopped as Newt threw himself against the door, slamming it shut. Now, the loud noises only haunted him. At least it's not the rain.

Thomas placed Minho down on a nearby wall roughly, tiredness seeping into his bones. They had been running for so long, and now they finally get a break.

The two boys just stood there panting for a minute. Then the door whipped open, sand and rain swooping in. A whole bunch of gladers filed through, falling over one another. The door shut again, and now the little hallway was filled with not two, but eleven panting boys.

Newt cautiously walked over to Thomas and Minho, who was stirring. He blinked open his eyes.

"Nice to see ya still alive, shank." Newt said, a smile forming on his face. He couldn't remember the last time he had felt this happy before, it was rare these days.

"Me too, shuckface." Minho responded, a light smile tugging at his lips. "It's nice to see you guys alive too," He said, moving his gaze over to Newt. "Even our princess."

Princess?

"Charlotte," Newt mumbled, staring down the dark hallway. He then whipped around and threw his head in all directions. The girl wasn't anywhere to be seen.

It finally dawned on him. They both got struck by lightning, not just him. Was she still out there?

"Charlotte!" The blonde boy cried, then moved his feet to the metal door, the only thing separating him from his girl.

"Newt, no!" Thomas yelled, instantly going after the boy. With him and his runner skills, he quickly caught up to Newt before he could get out. He grabbed his elbow and yanked him back.