A Way Back - The Maze Runner (♡Newt) UNDER EDITING/REWRITE

Chapter 64

Cally's pov

I was sitting in the Med-room. Alone with Bark and the girl who was still in her coma. After this morning, I wasn't really in a talkative mood. Nobody knew what had happened between me and Alby, except for the people involved. Even Minho didn't know what had happened since he only walked in after Alby and I had been separated. I felt attacked, literally. Before, I had a certain amount of respect for our leader, but right now, I was just scared of him. Scared he would do something like that again. Not that I could tell him anything else, right now I had really told him everything I knew. At least what I think I know.
     It was quiet in the room. The girl wasn't making any sounds like she had been before. It was like she was in a deep sleep, deeper than before.
     The moment the sound of the door opening filled the room, I shot up. For a split second, I was afraid Alby would storm in again, but when I saw Newt walk into the room, I physically relaxed.
     "Hey Newton," I said with a small smile.
     "Hey Cals," he responded, answering my smile with one of his own before sitting down beside me. I could feel he was slightly nervous, which made me a bit nervous as well. While Newt just sat there, I started to slowly crimp in without really noticing. When I couldn't stand the silence anymore, I spoke up, my voice soft.
     "If you're here to get more information out of me, don't bother. I don't think I know anything else."
     "That's not why I'm here," he answered. He sounded calm, but I still didn't look up at him, just down at my hands. Feeling ashamed for some reason. Maybe it was because I should've told them sooner. Or maybe because I was ashamed because I couldn't tell them anything really useful. Or maybe it was because I got pulled out of my bed, wearing only underpants and a way over-sized shirt, and got yelled at before being pushed to the ground. Or maybe it was all of it mixed together.
     Probably the last one.
     It was quiet again, Newt was sitting beside me, but I didn't know if I should feel reluctant because of that. Since I didn't know why he was here. He said there was a reason for him being here, at least he said: 'That's not why I'm here.' So there must be a why. I didn't know if I should ask him the reason, and fortunately I didn't have to, because Newt decided to say something himself.
     "Don't you trust me?" I frowned, not because I had to think about it, but because I didn't expect him to ask that.
     "So that's a no?" He asked when I didn't react immediately.
     "What? No," I looked up at him, "of course I trust you. You're one of the three people in here I would trust with my life."
     Newt didn't seem convinced, he just looked at me, frowning as he was thinking. "Then why didn't you tell me?"
     I sighed, looking back at my hands, deciding to answer honestly. "Because I don't trust myself..."
     It took some time before Newt reacted on my words. "Could you explain that?" His voice was soft, sounding more careful than normal. 
     I thought about my next words before opening my mouth again. "I don't know which memories are... trustworthy... after everything I saw during the Changing and all the flashes I had after removing my old bracelet... and then there's the fact everything is getting so blurry since I got out of the box... I just don't know for sure anymore. At least, not if it has to do with this place... I didn't tell anyone because I didn't want to cause any unnecessary problems... it's not like I would've been causing trouble in paradise. This place is already a shithole as it is, but still. Didn't want to make it worse." I stopped talking for a short moment, pressing my hands against my eyes.
     "And maybe... maybe I just... I thought, if I don't say anything, maybe it'll all just go away. Like it never would happen if I didn't say it out loud." I growled in my hands, "I'm such an idiot.... that's not how life works..." I let my words sink in a little, not just to Newt, but also to myself. Then, I let my hands fall down from my face, resting my arms on my knees.
     "You can go ahead, by the way." I said, "You can yell at me if you like, Alby already did it, so you might as well just get it over with as well." After I said that, I looked up at Newt, a half smile on my face. But he didn't smile back. He was still frowning as if he were thinking of his next actions.
     "Who are the other two?" For the second time in this conversation, Newt surprised me with his question.
     "What?" I asked, making the corners of his mouth curl up in a small smile.
     "Ya said that I'm one of the three in here you trust with your buggin' life. Who are the other two Shanks?"
     His question made me scoff, amusement starting to take over a little bit of my mood. "That's what you wanne know? I tell you all that klunk, and you wanne know who I trust?"
     Newt's smile got wider, "yeah, got that right."
     A smile also came on my lips as I shook my head. "Well, the other two are Ezra and Minho." Immediately, Bark barked at me once, making me look the brown dog in the eyes. "Sorry, small one," I said as I petted her head. "I would trust you with my life too, but you're a dog." Bark didn't seem bothered by my words, she just closed her eyes as she enjoyed being scratched behind her ears.
     "Who do you trust the most?" I almost laughed out loud after hearing Newt's new question.
     "Does it matter?"
     Newt chuckled, "I'm just curious." I shoved him playfully with my shoulder.
     "Let me answer your question with another question, Newton. Who do you trust with your life from all the Gladers?"
     Newt chuckled shortly, "Never really thought 'bout it."
     I raised an eyebrow at him, "Okay, if you had to pick three, who would they be?"
     Newt thought about it for a moment, before turning his gaze back to me. "I really wouldn't know. I mean, I trust a lot of those Shanks. Not all of 'em with the same amount, of course."
     I shook my head, "You just don't want to answer because I'm not one of them, and you don't want to insult me." I looked back down at Bark, who I had stopped petting, but she was still sitting in front of me.
     "Cally," Newt said to get my attention, I hummed a yes, waiting for him to continue. But he didn't. Instead, he placed his hand on my cheek, turning my head to look at him. When I did, he moved his hand from my face to take my hand in his. His expression now completely serious.
     "You are one of them. Really, I would trust you with my life." I wanted to respond, but the door to the Med-room opened again. This time, it was Alby who walked in. I immediately tensed up, which Newt noticed. He squeezed my hand as a sign that I was safe. I squeezed back softly but didn't let my eyes leave Alby.
     Alby was looking worried, more so than before, which said a lot. He didn't pay attention to me. He looked at Newt, who also had noticed his friend's troubled state of mind.
     "What's wrong?" He asked, Alby glanced over at me for a moment, considering if he could say it with me present, but apparently, he decided he could.
     "The box still hasn't come."
     Newt immediately checked his watch for the time, "it was supposed to be here thirty minutes ago." He mumbled, a concerned frown appearing on his forehead.
     "Exactly," Alby confirmed.
     Newt looked up at his friend, "we need those bloody supplies now more than ever. Ya don't think they're just, not gonna send them up, right?"
     Alby sighed deeply, his worried expression already speaking for him. "That's exactly what I'm thinkin'."