Wonderwall (The Maze Runner, Newt)

8

(A/N: ok I'm updating early for y'all. Hope you like it!)

Clint immediately dropped the glass of water on the floor, resulting in water getting everywhere and the glass shattering into tiny pieces.

He grabbed Bree's arm and pulled her down the stairs.

"Clint! Slow down! I'm going to-"

Bree didn't get to finish her sentence as she was already tripping over herself, and she went flailing down the wooden steps along with Clint.

They tumbled down the steps until they both lay at the bottom, in a jumbled mess of limbs.

"Get off me shuck face!" Bree yelled as she started squirming and trying to get up.

"Ow! Bree you're stepping on me!" Clint yelled back, also trying hurriedly to get up.

After a few more minutes of this, they were both on their feet and out the door of the homestead.

There were gladers milling around everywhere, some running around in panic (like Chuck) and others just standing and staring at a wall on the ground.

Bree then realized what had happened, the wall fell on top of someone.

Bree nudged Clint's arm and pointed. "Over there!"

They both ran over to the fallen wall and pushed past a bunch of gladers circled around the accident.

Jeff was already there.

Bree could hear muffled screams coming from under the wall.

She looked at all the gladers who we're standing there, dumbfounded.

"Don't just stand there and look like a baby who klunked it's pants! Help get the wall off him you retards!" Bree yelled loudly.

Most seemed to snap back to reality by her comment and walked over the wall and started lifting it up.

Enough gladers helped out that they could lift one side of the wall and pull the boy out.

He was young, around fourteen. He had brown hair with a reddish tint to it, and from what Bree could tell, grey eyes.

Clint pulled him out from under the wall and the other gladers who we're struggling to keep it up, dropped the wall with a thud as soon as the boy was out from under it.

She could tell the boy was trying not to cry.

Clint flipped him over on his back and started checking him over. Bree knelt down next to both of them so she could at least try and learn how to do this.

Clint was slowly moving the boy's limbs trying to find out what was hurt the worst.

When he reached the boy's torso and started pressing lightly on his ribs, he cried out loudly.

Clint turned to a few gladers who were just standing there. "Go get a board. Doesn't matter if it's long."

The gladers ran off and Bree focused back on the young injured glader.

She reached out and pushed his hair out of his face.

"You'll be okay." She said.

She didn't know if he would totally be okay, but it seems like he would live.

Bree stood as the other gladers came with the wooden board.

Clint explained he wanted it to be a make-shift stretcher since they had to keep the boys ribs how they were.

Clint and Jeff carefully moved the boy onto the board.

Clint went to one side and Jeff went to the other, and they picked it up at the same time.

"C'mon Bree, make sure he doesn't fall off." Clint called as they slowly made their way to the homestead.

"Okay one minute!" She said.

Bree turned to the rest of the gladers standing around.

"Who did this?" She started slowly, making eye contact with one glader at a time.

"Who let this big wall fall on a kid? Huh? Who did it?" She yelled.

She heard a cough and whipped around on her heel.

"Was it you?" She asked loudly.

The boy shook his head. "It was just a cough, I swear!"

Bree scanned over her small audience and continued.

"Since no one wants to confess, let me tell you; you are a shucking idiot and I hope you slip in a piece of klunk and die."

Bree looked over the boys again, and no one seemed to look guilty.

"I'm letting you off with a warning." She said.

She turned to a glader. "Do."

She turned to another one. "Not."

And another. "Let."

And another. "This."

She walked up to one in the back of the group. "Happen."

Bree looked at the last glader there. "Again."

She looked over the whole group. "Do I make myself clear?"

The group of boys nodded quickly.

"Good."

Bree jogged off towards the homestead to help Clint and Jeff.

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A/N: I kind of procrastinated writing this chapter oops. Anyway, here it is! Bree is quite sassy isn't she? Please comment and vote! Next chapter up soon! (:

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