Then She Came

Maya 3

As soon as I had seen Minho around the corner, struggling with Newt in his arms, I had ignored Alby's cry's and protests and ran out to help him. 

We were able to pick up speed with two people carrying Newt, who appeared to be unconscious. I had to avoid looking at his leg after I had first seen the bone sticking out. His bone had completely snapped, the jagged edge tearing through muscle and skin. 

Blood had pooled in his socks and there was a trail of blood following. 

Minho and I had rushed through the doors just in time, seconds later the doors started to close. Minho and I raced him towards the infirmary, where Jeff was waiting to start helping. 

Newt's head loled around as we ran unevenly. Jeff had run out to help carry him when he saw us through the window. 

Seconds later, Newt was on a cot and Jeff was injecting his leg with morphine. 

I didn't know what to do. Jeff rushed around, yelling at me to grab a clean cloth and the alcohol. But I was frozen to my spot, staring at Newt's leg and his bloody hands with wide eyes. 

It was all my fault. If I hadn't yelled, he wouldn't have gone back into the Maze. 

"Maya!" Jeff screamed in my ear. Minho looked as if he was about to faint and Jeff looked at me with an angry glare. Then suddenly I was grabbing the cloth from Jeff and started to wipe up the blood. 

"I don't know what I am doing!" I cried as I saw Newt's bone poking out of the skin. "Do I push it back in?" Jeff was at my side in seconds, doing what he thought would do the trick. 

Alby and Ben were both standing in the doorway, making me nervous as I held the skin together while Jeff put in eighteen stitches. 

I could feel the bone prodding the skin beneath my fingers and it freaked me out. I was having trouble breathing and tears were running down my face. I knew Jeff wanted to tell me to get out but he needed the help. 

I tried to carefully wrap the bandage around his leg but my hands were shaking badly. My fingers fumbled over the cloth bandage that felt foreign to my touch. 

I kept dropping the bandages and eventually, Alby took them from me and did it himself with steady hands. 

"A night in the slammer for running out of the Glade." Alby murmured and I nodded, thinking that I should receive more. It was all my fault.

Jeff was washing his hands of blood and he gave me a disapproving look when he saw Alby wrapping Newt's leg. 

I could see Newt's eyes moving beneath his eyelids and I could tell that he could feel every time we touched him. 

Part of me wanted him to wake up, I wanted to make sure he was ok. But his breathing was shallow, his leg was a bubble of bandage. 

"There's blood in his hair!" I said quickly apon seeing it and rushed over to his side. 

"Let me do it, Maya," Jeff said in a low voice. He was mad at me for reacting so poorly. 

"No, I can do it." I insist, wrapping his head in a bandage. He probably had a concussion, a broken leg that would never be the same, bloody hands. 

I quickly pressed an alcohol covered cloth to his hands and even though he didn't make a sound, I heard him hiss. 

Soon, I had his hands bandaged. Jeff had left the room, needing a breath of fresh air. I had to agree, the metallic smell of blood mixed with the rubbing alcohol gave me a headache. But everyone else had left and I couldn't leave Newt alone. 

So I sat down in a wooden chair next to him, not bothering to wash the blood from my hands before resting my head on them. I was shaking badly, tears streaming down my face. 

It was all my fault. 

The light was gone and outside, it was pitch black except for the few torches that were set up around the Glade.  

My eyelids drooped and soon enough, I was asleep, my head still in my hands. 

The hallway was white. All white. Nothing of color that I could see except the chipping pink nail polish on my small toenails. That and the lady who held my hand. She wore a gray cardigan on top of a white shirt and black pants, her skin was a dark chocolate color. Her hand was the opposite of soft. Dry and flaky with obvious callouses.

"Maya, welcome to WICKED headquarters." The woman said in a gravelly voice. 

"My name isn't Maya." I had insisted, "It's L-"

"No. It's not." The woman said, smiling down on me. "It's Maya." I opened my mouth to protest when a white door opened farther down the hall. A small boy who looked maybe a year older then me was holding the hand of a tall man who's hair was turning gray.  

"Let's go, Maya." The woman said, leading me away from the boy who's eyes hadn't found me yet. I turned over my shoulder and smiled when I saw him looking at me. 

"Maya, I said let's go-" Then red lights started flashing and a loud sound filled my ears. 

"LEVEL THREE THREAT! LEVEL THREE THREAT!" I didn't understand what it meant, but the lady sure did. A panic look took over her features and she started running down the hall, tugging me behind her. 

We turned a corner and a big person in all black ran into us. 

I awoke with sweat causing my shirt to stick to my back, the room was dark. Not bright and white. I looked down at my feet, they were bigger and covered by boots. My breathing was heavy. My heart was beating so fast that I must have just run a mile. Or two.

My head jerked up to see Newt lying still on the cot in front of me, his chest barely rising and falling, but slightly. I could hear his raspy breaths and I wanted to wrap my arms around him and squeeze. Suddenly, could picture a young boy lying to next to him and my eyes widened. 

Newt was the little boy from my dream. My first dream in the Glade and it seemed so, so real.