Mended [Book Two] COMPLETED

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Charlotte was fading in and out of consciousness, haziness constantly blurring her vision. Her head ached tremendously, and everything was beyond sore. Her ankle throbbed, same with her wrist. She begged that she could just go unconscious again so she didn't have to deal with the overwhelming pain.

Her breaths were ragged, and quite faint for someone who was still conscious. She was leaning back in her chair, the man must've put her back in it, and her head slouched to the side, eyes closed, still desperately willing herself to go out cold.

After half an hour, she still seemed to be the only one awake out of the three, and she looked the worst by a long shot. Maybe then don't try to attack the people keeping you captive, Charlotte!

Loud crashes came from upstairs, but she didn't even jump, not startled in the least. She was having to deal with those noises for the course of hours, it was nothing out of the ordinary. She just mentally asked them to keep it down because of her headache.

When her wish got granted, everything was silent, her heart picked up a little. It was already barely beating, so it was definitely a strain. The icy claws of death were gripping her heart, squeezing it more and more often.

Footsteps bounced off the wall, coming down the stairs fast, too fast. She tried to move her head to see who it was, but couldn't find the strength. Then, a door busted open.

"Oh my god," an accent breathed, running into the room and going down next to Charlotte. He called her name, grabbing her hands into his.

Finally finding the strength, she slowly but surely lifted her head up awkwardly, opening her eyes a little. "Charlotte! Are you alright?" He asked, gently touching her face, holding it in his hand.

"My god, fuck off." The ginger muttered, leaning her head back and closing her eyes once more. Why couldn't these hallucinations just leave her alone?

"C-Charlotte?" Newt stuttered, not bothering to hide the surprise evident in his voice.

"Come on, you've come by three times now. Please, for the love of god just leave me alone so I can die in peace."

"Charlotte, it's me." Newt insisted, gently tapping on her face to get her to wake back up. Though her mind was fading in and out, she could vaguely remember that in her hallucinations, the blonde boy never touched her. Now, he could, still tapping on her cheek. He's real.

The girl's head slowly leaned back up as she whispered with hope, "Newt?" His face lit up in a smile as he began to undo the knots that held her to the wooden chair.

"I'm gonna get you out of here, it's gonna be okay." He kept on saying while untying her, looking up every so often to make sure she didn't fall asleep. Her injuries looked so bad, he knew she wouldn't wake up if she fell asleep.

Footsteps pounded down the stairs, and soon her favorite runner emerged from the door.

"Charlotte, oh my god." Minho breathed, instantly running over to her. "You're awake," He smiled, laughing in relief. "Oh my god, you're awake. Charlotte, you're awake."

Every bone in her body ached, but she managed to lightly smile at the boy who was excited to see her.

Newt finally got her unraveled. He heaved her up and into his arms, suffocating her in a love filled hug. She stuffed her head into his chest and wrapped her arms around his torso, ignoring the blistering pain burning in her body. "I love you, Newt." "I love you, too."

When he let her go, she attempted to walk on her own, nearly falling in the process. Her left ankle had been messed up all over again, as it had been previously in the maze. Newt wrapped his arm around her waist and helped her steady herself.