.
"Thomas, this needs to end now. The flare has completely taken over him. Just let me take a sample of your blood and I can heal him. You're the cure Thomas. Just let me take care of Newt and I'll leave, never come back, get out of your lives, just let me heal Newt." I tell him desperately through my tears.
Thomas stared at me before sticking his arm out in my direction. I slowly step towards him with the syringe and let it pierce through the skin at the inner part of his elbow. I press a pad of gauze to the skin and rush out of the lab towards wherever Newt is. Thomas grabs my arm and guides me through all the burning wreckage from the bombs the Right Arm dropped on WICKED. Newt stands in the middle of an open square.
"Newt!" Thomas yells out. Newt turns around and stares at us for a second.
"Skylar?" He asks, still slightly human.
"Hi Newt. I have the cure, even if you don't want it and you hate me after I betrayed you, I want you to know I still love you. I love you with ounce of my being, every molecule." He laughs inhumanly.
"Ha! Do think I still love you after what you did?" He sneers at me. Tears cloud my vision and I hand over the syringe to Thomas.
"Just take care of him for me, take care of all the others boys as well."
Before I can take a step, I feel the point of a knife digging into my shoulder.
"Did you think you going to get away from me that fast? Repent for what you did to me Skylar, make amends." Newt growled in my ear. I slowly turn to face him. He dug the knife deeper into the skin.
"Make amends, Sky, repent. And know that I never loved you." I gasped in shock. It's not real, it's not real. It's the flare, it's the flare. He loves me, I know he does. I didn't say anything and Newt took it as weakness.
"I. Never. Loved. You. Not in the Glade, not in the Scorch, and definitely not now."
He shoved the knife even deeper into my shoulder. I yelped as the tears begin to roll indefinitely down my face. Thomas finally stepped in and ripped the knife out of my skin and onto the ground.
"Skylar, get out. I'll give the sample, just leave." I grip my shoulder to stem the blood flow and stumble away from my friend and the man I thought was my boyfriend. I stumble around with no clear direction until I can hardly stand. I collapse in a corner. It finally dawns on me of what I've done. I've lost the only family I can remember. I ruined everything. All thanks to my misplaced trust in that (hoe) Theresa. I sob into the night until the soft darkness of sleep comes over me.
NEWT'S POV
Thomas stands in front of me as the girl I love stumbles away from us. My brain itches as the flare tries to completely take over.
"Why'd you do that Tommy?" I ask in my little moment of sanity. He cringes slightly.
"Because she betrayed us, Newt, she's the reason Minho got captured and why we're here." He told me slowly.
I felt my face contort into a sneer. Skylar would never betray us, me, but the voice of the flare whispers in the back of my mind. But she did. I growl lowly.
"Hey Newt, you alright bud?" Thomas asks. I glare at him with every ounce of hate burning within my eyes.
"Does it look like it? You let her leave me!" I yell at him before lunging at him and and tackle him to the ground. He grips one of my wrists and jerks my arm towards him. He stabs the inner part of my elbow with the syringe he's holding and press the plunger down. My hands wrap themselves around Thomas' throat and begin to squeeze. The flare tells me to kill him, but the small sane voice tells me to stop. Someone pushes me off Thomas and straddles my waist. I look up to see Gally on top of me.
"Gally? The shuck, you bloody shank? Get the hell off of me." I wrestle with him before I feel myself losing consciousness. Darkness creeps into my vision as the stuff Tommy injected me with starts to do its job. Minho's shuckface is the last thing I see before I submit to the darkness.
I wake up to sunlight streaming into my eyes. I roll over, expecting to feel Skylar snuggled into my chest, but what I find is the ground. I groan and sit up, holding my head in my hands. Then realization hits me like a truck. Skylar. Where is she? I need to talk to her, hold her, kiss her, tell her it's alright. But she isn't here, she isn't in my arms. I panic and run out of the tent I was in. I immediately run into Minho and Thomas.
"Newt! You're alive, ya shuckface!" Minho smirked.
"Course I bloody am. Now, where's Sky?" I asked quickly.
Thomas looked down guiltily. "We don't know where she is." My face contorted into a scowl.
"Did you not try and find her while I was sleeping. By the way, how long was I out?" Minho shook his head.
"A whole week, dude. And we haven't found her because we don't know if she's even alive. She's somewhere in the city." I scowled even more.
"As soon as I finish eating something, we go find her, I don't care how long it takes." The two nod and lead me to the food tent. We spent the whole time discussing a plan.
SKYLAR'S POV
I've spent the last few days between wakefulness and sleep, not eating or moving, just sobbing. Horrid, ugly sobbing. All because I made a bad decision and misplaced my trust. Now the one who I had trusted is dead so I feel a tiny bit better. I hear heavy dragging footsteps come close to where I lay.
"Well, hey there Lil' Missy. What are you doin here?" A man said with a heavy southern accent. I don't reply, just remain unmoving. The crank tries to touch me but a shout stops him. A gun shot, yelling, footsteps coming closer. Hands turn my body over so that I'm lying on my back. I look up to see the wonderful face of an alive Newt. He smiles gently at me before tucking his arms under my knees and around my back. He lifts me into the air causing my head to fall back from the lack of energy.
"Hey babygirl, stay with me. Keep those bloody gorgeous blue eyes open for me." He whispers to me gently. I hold on to my conscious for as long as possible before my eyes roll back into my head and I black out.
(Time le skip)
I wake up lying on extremely soft sheets after spending all that time on the hard, cold ground. I struggle to open my eyes without being blinding by the harsh sunlight streaming through a tear to the ceiling of the tent. I fell a rough, calloused hand gripping mine and a a heavy weight on our intertwined fingers. I immediately know it's Newt. Oh precious innocent Newt. Who didn't deserve to have died because of the Flare. But if he's here, then I must have died. Oh yippie skippy. I finally manage to open my eyes completely and blink a few times before a soft voice calls my name.
"Sky? You awake, babygirl?" Newt asks me quietly. I nod, not trusting my voice after all the screaming and sobbing. He sits up and rubs my knuckles with his thumb.
"Why you leave back when I had the Flare? You could have helped calm me down so that Tommy could inject me." I look down guiltily.
"You said, you said you hated me. You said you never loved me." I croak painfully before shutting my mouth to save myself the pain. Newt's face said it all. He was shocked.
"I said that to you? Shuck! Babygirl, I didn't mean it, I swear. I love you more than life. Don't believe anything I said when I had the Flare. Please don't." He begs. I nod my head as the tears stream slowly down my face.
"I'm so so sorry about betraying you all earlier in the Right Arm. I regret it. I thought I was doing the right thing, but now that I look back at it, it was the worst decision I've ever made in the life I can remember. Please, please forgive me." The silent tears turn into sobs. Newt immediately gathers me into his arms and holds me close as I sob.
"Shhh. Of course I forgive you. Now cry it out hun." Newt continues to hush me before my eyes droop until I'm dead asleep.
NEWT'S POV
I leave Skylar sleeping peacefully and head out to find Minho and Thomas. I find them hanging out with Brenda, Gally, and the other survivors of our group.
"Hey Newt. How's our Glade Queen?" Minho asks me as I sit down. I shake my head.
"She's alright. Asleep right now. I'm surprised she's even alive. She hadn't, hasn't, eaten in maybe a good two weeks or so and the doctor said that if she overworks her voice over the next two to three months, she might lose it forever." I manage to get out before choking up. I had almost lost her once, twice actually, and now if she continues this process, I might lose her for real. Minho puts a hand on my shoulder in a brotherly way, saying he's there for support. Minho is like a brother to her so he understands my pain. I nod my head in appreciation and wipe away any stray tears that managed to escape my eyes. One of Sky's doctors comes up to our little group.
"Newt, Thomas, Minho? Ms. Skylar's asking for y'all." All three of us stand up as quickly as possible and rush to her tent. The doctor stops us before we enter.
"I want you to know that Ms. Skylar might not have her voice now. All the screaming and sobbing she did destroyed a part of her vocal cords."
Thomas and Minho discuss with the doctor while I go inside the tent. Skylar sits against the pillows stuffed against the headboard. I'm by her side in an instant.
"Hey Skylark. How are you feeling?" She shrugs and massages her throat gently. I sit on the edge of her bed. She doesn't look at me for some reason.
"Babygirl, look at me. Please. I haven't seen your beautiful eyes properly in a really long time. Please Sky." I begged, squeezing her hand gently. She shook her head and took her hand away from mine. I sat there with hurt in my eyes.
"Sky please." She shook her head. I stood up and walked out, leaving her in the thick silence floating in the atmosphere. Minho and Thomas stand a the doorway looking at me as I walk out.
"What'd you do?" Minho asked sassily. I look down and shake my head. Min glares at me and walks into Skylar's room. Thomas pats me on the shoulder as I pass him. I sit on the beach watching the water crash into the rocks, wondering what I did wrong.
