The Scorch Girl// Book 2// Newt TMR Fanfic

Chapter 21

Just a little chapter for ya, this story is almost done and I'll finally be working on the very last story in the entire trilogy

Enjoy lovelies! ❤️
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The sound of whispers is the first thing I hear. After some time the voices become a little louder.

"We have to get it out" the voice I recognise as being Jorge.

"She always trying to save people?" I hear Thomas ask curiously,

"If I don't Then this'd be your shuck butt" I shudder, opening my eyes ever so slowly as I attempt to move.

Newt puts a hand on my forehead to prevent me from moving, "bloody hell Rose, sit still"

I groan in disagreement, realising I was laying in his lap. He strokes my hair as I try to focus on anything but the pain.

"Am I still bleeding?" I whisper to no particular person.

"What do you think?" Minho remarks.

"Ha ha" is all I reply.

I look over at Brenda who had taken one of Minho's knives and was heating it over a flame. I look back at up at Newt, fear in my eyes,

"What are they doing?"

Newt strokes my hair gently, "they need to sterilise the wound"

I clench my jaw, I couldn't protest. If they didn't do this now then who knows what a bullet from out here could do to me.

I nod my head gingerly, grabbing Newts hand with my good arm, he smiles reassuringly.

Seeing as how they were going to burn my right shoulder they had to have taken out he bullet already.

"Here" Brenda says as she hands Jorge the now red hot blade, my stomach doing flips at the thought of the pain.

Jorge looks at me and nods his head, "try to be quiet"

I wasn't making promises

I can feel the heat as the blade hovers, "1, 2-"

Before Jorge finishes his counting the blade presses harshly against the skin. I let out a cry, which turns into a high pitched scream.

I tighten my grip on Newts hand as Jorge presses harder on the blade. I scream louder, sweat brimming my hairline, my tears falling and the sizzling of my skin almost inaudible to my ears.

I could see Michael who grimaces slightly and looks away. I can feel Newt put his head against mine, he was crying too. I scrunch up my eyes, then my nose. My screaming still intense as the pain courses recklessly through my body like electric currents.

After two minutes the heat stops, yet the burning sensation continues at a dull rate.

"Why..didn't I just... pass.. out" I complain through my heavy breathing.

Newt doesn't smile or even laugh at my joke, "it would've bloody scared me if you did"

"Get shot, likely dying of the Flare. You got some shuck issues" Frypan jokes.

At least someone is making light of it

I smile painfully, "Thanks for the perspective. I think you missed out on the lightning strike too"

Frypan chuckles, at least his laugh was something to look forward to now instead of his food.

"You're making jokes? You almost died" Thomas interrupts, his tone of voice annoyed.

I look over at him, propping myself up on my unsteady elbow,

"I'm sorry I almost died, last time I checked the bullet was going to hit you. So stop pretending like you care" I snap.

His eyes look taken aback, they widen, "I do care, I'm the reason you're like that right now. Why don't you stop acting like the shank here, stop trying to save everyone"

"Says the one who tries to always get in the way of danger, you know nothing! None of us do! But at least I have the guts to sacrifice myself if it means everyone else gets a cure" I yell,

I clench my fist, "So just stop with the self pity, we risked our lives to save your ass and not one thank you from your shuck mouth"

"Rose, you're scared and confused, I can feel it. You need to calm down before you spill everything" Thomas warns.

I peer at him, the mind thing, just how much don't I know?

"What the bloody hell is he talking about?" Newt asks, "Rose.." he probs.

"Nothing" I begin, backing off, "I'm sorry, I don't know what I'm talking about"

At least I admit defeat

I heard that Thomas replies, I hadn't even realised I had projected that.

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"Names Rose right?" Jorge asks as he sits next to me. I watch the sun begins to set in colours of deep orange.

"Yeah it is" I sigh,

"What was all that about earlier Hermano?"

I smile crookedly, "you know I'm not a brother, last time I checked hermano is brother"

Jorge chuckles, "who cares, out in the Scorch there's no gender anymore,  I think you're avoiding the question, hermano"

I roll my eyes, if you can't beat em' join em' right?

"WICKED has no doubt done some weird Klunk to us is all Thomas means"

Jorge chuckles again, "I was talkin' about your attitude earlier"

I look at him, swiveling my body slightly so I was facing him now.

"I don't remember ever experiencing any of the Scorch, I've been attacked by Grievers, struck by lightning, scratched by Cranks and now I've been shot. I'm beyond scared and confused, I don't know who my own family even is or was" I blurt out.

I stare at the ground, I wasn't even telling the half of it.

"You can admit when you're scared, that's a good thing. You have a spark hermano, it'll get you further than you've ever imagined, just remember what's worth fightin' for"

I stare up at him, this is the first time I've even seen a glimpse of this side of Jorge. To be quite frank it sort of scares me.

"I don't believe that to be true" I deadpan. I lift my hair from the back of my neck which reveals the label WICKED had given me, A0 The mistake

"Ya gonna believe something a bunch of prick scientists brand you with?"

I hear a sentence suddenly echo in my head, a familiar voice saying them to me over and over again.

You've never not been a fighter Jorja so don't stop now.

I blink a few times, "Jorja" I whisper,

"What?" Jorge asks, utterly confused with what I whispered.

I shake my head, "Who's Jorja" I ask myself.

Who is Jorja?

An overly large type of aircraft seems to continuously hover loudly over the small shack everyone had huddled in,

"Stupid bergs, I orta'" Jorge doesn't finish his sentence as he settles his clenched fist back at his side.

"What's a berg?"

"Like a helicopter, crawling with WICKED people inside"

I nod my head, "Then what are they doing out here?"

"Keeping an eye on you I assume" he looks from me to the berg, "maybe you're not a mistake to them after all"