Mended [Book Two] COMPLETED

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"Stop moving!"

"Maybe quit pressing down so hard!"

"Charlotte,"

The girl sat against a torn down wall, her arms crossed. A scowl was engraved into her face as Newt cleaned her forehead. She had hit her head on a rock an hour ago, and it still hadn't stopped bleeding. She had no regrets though, because that stupid rock made her remember everything about the Glade.

She couldn't hold back the sass as the blonde boy kept patting her head, not so gently anymore. "I can do it myself," She had kept on muttering, occasionally reaching for the piece of cloth. Newt always lifted it out of reach, each time getting more and more annoyed with her, resulting in him patting her head more and more hard.

"If you press any harder I am going to pass out!" Charlotte pressed, black spots occasionally filling her vision.

"Fine, then you do it." Newt said, throwing the piece of cloth into her lap then walking away. She plucked it up and put it to her head, wincing lightly. Thoughts soon consumed her mind.

Right after her little reunion with Newt, he was going off on her. Long story short, it went along the lines of: "Charlotte you were almost killed! Don't you dare say I'm overreacting!" "I am not overreacting Charlotte!" "Charlotte quit saying that I'm overreacting!" "Guess what, Newt?" "What?" "You're overreacting!"

So as you can see, Newt is quite upset. Charlotte believes that he is being too hard on himself for not being there for her and to protect her, and that he is completely overreacting, as clearly stated many times.

Now Newt is mad at Charlotte for not understanding, and Charlotte is mad at Newt for overreacting. If you only saw this, you couldn't possibly have guessed that they told one another that they loved each other for the first time moments prior.

Now, Charlotte was a couple yards down the hallway, away from all the gladers, trying to stop the bleeding in her forehead. It was definitely starting to worry her now, because she bumped her head at least an hour ago, but she really didn't have an idea of how long she was out of it for. The point is, the bleeding should've stopped by now.

She began to wonder if she would die. Right after the thought, she immediately said to herself: Why would you even think about that? To which she replied: Something doesn't feel right.

But what didn't feel right, you may ask. The impending sleep that slowly blanketed her. Her mind kept on screaming that something was extremely wrong.

Black spots suddenly exploded her vision. Her hands whipped down from her forehead to the cool stone floor to get her balance. Panic began to grip at her heart. She pushed herself up, but only got to her knees before toppling over.

She collapsed. Her body sprawled across the floor as she blacked out, the last memory she had was her head bouncing off the stone.

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Newt yawned, his eyes drooping. He was partly up against the wall next to a sleeping Thomas and Minho. Their slumber was infectious, and he could feel sleep taking the reigns.

Then a thought came into his head. Charlotte.

The boy groaned in his head, then sat up. His mind was saying that he should check up on her and bring her over to the rest of the gladers. There was a limited amount of sheets, and there wasn't one available for her to sleep by herself. His mind flashed back to the previous night. A smile tugged at his lips.

Newt dragged himself to his feet, with support of the wall, and made his way over to the sleeping girl. The position she was in did not seem to be too comfortable, but then he remembered the times back in the Glade when he was just so tired that he collapsed in his bed and passed out, then had a stiff neck the next morning.