Wonderwall (The Maze Runner, Newt)

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(A/N: here's an extra update for updating late. You're welcome)

This dream was different than all the others.

There were mixed images.. People in lab coats, computer screens, and labs.

One thing kept playing over and over in her mind.

"Bree, we want you back."

Over and over and over.

Images were getting even more distorted, a dark maze, her friends- Thomas, Minho, Chuck, Newt. They were all trapped in the maze.

There was no escape. She couldn't help them.

Then the griever came.

"We want you back."

Images started to fly by even faster, it showed a landscape she had never seen before.

Dry, dusty, land. An old city was in the background.

Distorted figures were running at her.

One tackled her, pinned her to the ground.

A teenager. He had scabs and sores everywhere, he was foaming at the mouth with a crazy look in his eyes.

She realized it was Newt.

"They want you back."

Bree's eyes shot open.

She gasped. Pain throbbing in her side.

The room was light, so it must have been daytime.

She looked around, no one was there.

Her head was pounding right at her temples.

With uneven breaths, she slowly lifted up her shirt to reveal her stomach had been wrapped in gauze.

There wasn't any blood on it, so it must have been changed regularly.

Bree slowly sat up.

Pain shot through her body and she had to stop mid-way.

Just then, the door opened and Clint walked in with a bowl of soup.

When he saw her, he quickly ran over, put the sloshing soup on the table and made her lay back down.

"Thought you'd wake up soon. Well, be alert anyway." He said with a smile.

A quiet "Yeah" was all she could say.

Too many things were bouncing around her brain.

Her head felt like it was going to explode.

She remembered Graham, and that dream she had just before she woke up. That was it.

Bree remembered that she had a dream like that a while back. But it hadn't been as extensive.

"Do you remember anything?" Clint asked her.

She nodded. "Everything that led up to this anyway.."

Clint looked at her seriously. He started to say something, but stopped himself.

"What?" She asked.

Clint hesitated, "I would tell people you woke up, but, you still need rest. You already look tired." He said.

Bree sighed. Somehow she knew that wasn't the thing he wanted to tell her.

Clint started to force feed her soup, but instead she just grabbed the bowl and spoon. "I'm not a baby, I can feed myself." She mumbled. In all honesty, Bree hated to be taken care of. It made her feel weak, even though at the moment she already was.

It seemed like everything people ate when they were in the care of Clint and Jeff- was soup.

She remembered feeding it to Blake while she worked as a med-jack.

He had gotten worse when he woke up. He was different. Blake ended up disappearing in the maze. He either killed himself, or a griever did.

"What did you want to say to me earlier? I can tell you're hiding something." She said, setting the bowl down.

Clint sighed. "You've been in and out for about two weeks.. Mostly mumbling random klunk."

In and out? So she was actually awake?

As if reading her mind and probably the look on her face, Clint answered, "Yeah, you actually were awake, even if it seemed like you weren't. Can you tell me anything you remember?"

Bree shrugged. "People talking."

"Could you remember anything they said?" He asked.

Now that Bree thought about it, she really couldn't. She just remembered hearing their voices, but couldn't recall any word they said. She shook her head silently.

"At least you're back. We thought you wouldn't make it.." Clint said, "the baggers were ready."

"Well, I did." She said, her voice scratchy.

Clint nodded. "Yes, you did. Now go back to sleep."

He got up, and walked out of the room, closing the door behind him.

That idea sounded ridiculous to Bree.

She just woke up, but then again, she was still tired.

Bree closed her eyes, and fell back asleep.

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When she woke next, the room was dark, but a lamp was on that rested on the small table by her bed.

She saw a form slumped over in a chair that wasn't there before, and she could make out the silhouette of Newt's face.

She smiled.

It was nice to finally see his face again, not in dream-form.

She forgot how handsome he actually was.

He took in deep and even breaths.

From what she could see, his eyes were closed and his head was slightly forward.

She wondered how the boy could sleep sitting up, she'd probably fall over and wake up.

She slowly reached out and took his hand.

It felt nice to finally feel someone again.

Bree ran her thumb over his knuckles, which had scabs on them.

Newt squeezed her hand and she almost jumped out of her skin.

She looked up at him to realize he was looking down at her, a huge smile on his face.

"Welcome back, Bree."

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A/N: HI! Ok the movie was so perfect yet there were some details they missed. It was still very good and Chuck's scene made me cry.

Honestly I love this chapter a lot ok.

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