Follow The North Star

Chapter Four

Your eyes slowly opened and you saw him sleeping peacefully. Your hand lightly pushed away his hair which was covering his gorgeous face. He slept so peaceful and you wished you could stay like this forever. You wondered when peace will finally come. You smiled, thinking about the future between you two. Maybe you'll start a family.
You saw his eyes slowly flutter open.

"Good morning, love." He whispered. He leaned in to give a gentle kiss on your forehead.

You smiled and replied, "Good Morning, Newtie."

The Gladers was getting ready to go...but where to? They were just in a desert with a little amount of supply that can run out in a week. Thomas has mentioned about the Right Arm before in the mountains. You agreed to trust Thomas with his plans. You walked over the Winston who was groaning in pain. His shirt was drenched wet with blood and you decided to change the bloody clothes. Your eyes widen in horror...

His wound was getting worse.

"Is it that bad?" He asked.

"You'll get better." Was all that you could reply. To be honest...you weren't even sure if he was gonna make it, but all you can do was hope.

Then, the Gladers were walking in the sand. Frypan and Thomas was holding each side of the "hammock" that Winston was in. Your legs were getting tired and Minho slung his arm around your shoulder.

"No wonder why I didn't choose you as a runner." Minho teased.

You just rolled your eyes and jabbed him in the ribs. He immediately regretted at what he said.

"At least he used some of levity to cheer me up." You thought.

He took his bottle out and you could see the last drop of water go down into his mouth. He tossed the bottle down into the sand as he groaned in frustration. You laughed as you offered him some of your water.

"I'm fine." He murmured. "I don't get how your shucking not thirsty in this type of weather."

Thomas suggested that the gladers should take a break. You plopped yourself down next to Newt and laid your head against his shoulder. You closed your eyes as you felt the warm air blow against your face. Newt chuckled.

"Newt," You began. "do you ever wonder about our past? Like what happened and how this happened."

"Sometimes." He stated. "Why?"

"I--"

"IT'S NOT GONNA GET BETTER!" Winston yelled at Frypan.

Everybody looked at him as he lifted up his shirt. You put your hand over your mouth to prevent a gasp. His wound. He was turning into a crank.

"Just leave me here. Just end this please." He pleaded.

Tears began to swell up as Newt walked toward him and tossed him his gun.

"Thankyou." Winston whispered.

Newt nodded. "Bye."

You froze. Your mind wasn't functioning right. Your breathe began to grow heavy as tears escaped from your eyes and began to trickle down your cheeks. Minho out his hand on your shoulder to help you move on. The gladers walked away from their friend.

BANG!

Newt pulled you into his embrace as you sobbed. He kissed you in the forehead murmuring, "Everything is gonna be alright now."

The gladers have lost their friend. Their one family member. Winston. You couldn't believe anything that happened right now. Your face was pale and your lips were split.

"You gotta drink some of your water, shuckface. You're gonna die at this rate." Minho stated.

"I'm fine." You murmured. Your voice was scratchy.

"When was the last time you bloody drank, love...?" Newt asked.

"Last night."

"You need---"

"I need to be alone, guys." You stated looking at them.

You walked away from them. Your eyes were swollen from crying. You remembered the memories with Winston. All those happy memories in the Glade. You thought everything was over after you guys found a way out of the maze. You could feel your breath hitch as you felt dizzy.

Then everything went black.