Wonderwall (The Maze Runner, Newt)

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The next few weeks were pretty interesting.

The glade got a new addition. His name is Glenn.

People already started teasing him about being 'Glenn the Glader', and Bree felt pretty bad for him.

He worked as a cook.

Too bad they didn't have any more med-jacks.

At least two or three gladers came in with injuries everyday.

Bree knew that from her experience as a med-jack.

She didn't really miss that job, but sometimes she wished she could go back to it.

Running gets tiring.

Especially if you do it all day everyday.

Bree was currently coming back from the maze.

Thomas had gotten attacked only a few weeks before, and she was still sad that he hadn't recovered.

He couldn't even stand up for an hour before getting tired again.

Minho visited him everyday.

Bree had ran into the weird bug (they decided to call it a Slipshod) a few times, but she could out run it. She always ran into the one with a knife stuck in it's eye.

Bree got back to the glade just in time to collide right into Minho.

"Minho! What the shuck?" She yelled.

He rolled his eyes. "Watch where you're going, shuck face."

"Someone's a little cranky today." She said. (A/N: CRANKy SORRY HAH)

Minho turned and glared at her.

"Why don't you shut up so that hole in your face has time to heal." He said sarcastically.

Bree rolled her eyes.

"Please, Minho. I could eat a bowl of alphabet soup and klunk out a smarter comeback then what you just said." She replied with equal sarcasm.

"Is that your face or did you neck just throw up?" Minho said.

She realized he wasn't joking, and he was actually serious about what he said.

"Minho, I'd like to see things from your point of view, but sadly I can't get my head that far up my ass." She said and walked away.

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Running that day was a lot less fun than it normally would have been.

She knew Minho probably didn't mean it. He was probably just in a bad mood since Thomas still hadn't returned to work.

Everyone was still a little moody like that.

At least he didn't die.

Bree ran into the glade.

She stopped in her tracks when she saw a figure running towards her.

The glader stopped right in front of her.

"Hello, Bree." Graham said.

"Hi Graham.." She replied. She looked around but no one was paying attention. Great.

"I wanted to show you something." Graham said with intense calmness.

Bree looked at him in horror as the boy pulled out a sharp, metallic knife.

How did he even get that?!

"You really shouldn't have turned me down." Graham said.

Before she had any time to react, Graham had pushed the knife a little ways into her abdomen.

Bree felt searing pain everywhere in her body, and she couldn't do anything about it.

He shoved her to the ground, taking the knife out of her as she went.

When she hit the ground, the pain intensified and she whimpered.

Bree could feel the thick, hot blood flowing at a fast pace out of the wound.

She put her hands on top of the wound and applied as much pressure as she could muster.

She could faintly make out shouts, but all Bree could focus on was the big, blue sky.

She could tell she was gasping, and that would only cause her to lose more blood, so she tried to focus on her breathing.

It hurt, it hurt like hell, but there was nothing she could do about it.

Suddenly, she felt another pair of hands on top of hers, putting more pressure on the bleeding wound.

The hands were larger, and more rough. She knew it was Newt.

"Newt," she gasped, "it hurts."

"I know, I know, It'll all be okay, I promise." He said.

She couldn't tell if he was reassuring her, or himself, but it didn't matter.

Bree looked up at the sky, seeing stars floating around everywhere.

They started chanting something, and it sounded like her name..

Bree....Bree....Bree...Bree!

She snapped back to reality to hear Newt saying her name over and over.

He was leaning over her, and she was starting to wonder why he was doing that, and why she was even on the ground.

She should have been visiting Thomas.

"Newt.." She said, her voice raspy.

Even that one word sent waves of pain shooting through her entire body, and she remembered why she was laying here.

He locked eyes with her. "You're going to be okay.. you will be. Clint and Jeff are coming.. You'll be okay."

"It's okay, Newt.. I'm not afraid to die.." She said quietly.

Newt shook his head.

"No, no don't you think like that, Bree. I can't live without you. Don't you dare say anything about dying. Who's going to keep me going?" He said in desperation.

Bree lifted one of her hands and put it on his chest. "I'll always be...here," she said quietly, putting her hand over his heart, "to.. to keep you going.."

She let her hand fall away, leaving a bloody handprint on Newt's shirt.

Everything was spinning by now and she could have sworn she saw tears leave Newt's eyes.

"Please.. don't leave me now, Bree.. I... I.." Newt's words were swimming in her head.

"I.. Love.."

Bree never did get to hear the end of his sentence.

Everything just got dark, and she knew-she must be dead.

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A/N: Hey guys! THIS IS NOT THE END! Sorry this was really short please don't kill me😁. Thanks soooo much for 24K! I never thought Wonderwall would get this big- but y'all made it happen!

Sorry for not updating yesterday- I got really busy😁

I'm also sorry this really sucked. Wasn't one of my greatest chapters aha.

I love you all ok(:

Guys you know what Slipshod meanS?? IT'S A SYNONYM FOR A PEST I THINK I DID GOOD. IT LITERALLY MEANS BUG AND IT SOUNDS GLADERY HAHA APPLAUSE THANK YOU.

Also, this chapter is dedicated to nataliehayes_x cause we're great friends and we actually met through wattpad so go follow her cause she's great and we have the same name(: