Griever [Newt V.S Thomas]

VI

The night travelled quickly, and soon enough the noises beyond the make shift walls of the hut died down, along with the blistering red flame that spared it's light over the sullen grounds. Newt had long ago left the blue-eyed girls side, his eyes had been dropping and he seemed as though he were about to fall prey to sleep.

She knew that it was selfish to keep him beside her - they weren't talking much anyway, simply enjoying the company of another person that was different from the others. She enjoyed the fact that he was another human, that he was flesh and blood and didn't have the potential of tearing her to shreds, he enjoyed it because she was unique (and female) and he had never been so close to someone who made him shiver.

Now, she was once more alone. Although sleep reframed from crawling along her flesh and instead left her to hold her eyes wide open. Her body still ached, perhaps even more so than it had originally, but she was too far gone into her own thoughts to really be able to pay the pain much heed. The air was thick with silence, shattered every once in a while by the eerily shriek of a monster or the groan of The Maze as it shuffled itself around.

It was almost as though it were singing to her, a sad, sombre song that she couldn't get out of her head. The lyrics were murmured and muffled so she couldn't quite make them out, but she didn't need to, for the name of this song would most probably be 'Death' and that was all one needed to figure out the rest.

The girl combed a single lean hand through her hair, catching herself on the knots, although they poised little significance compared to the pain she had suffered whilst being trapped in that godforsaken place.

The girl heaved a heavy sigh, her breath being one of the only sounds that her ears were welcomed with, although there was the very distant snore echoing from the Homestead building, the place that Newt had wandered off too. She wondered about his life, and his thoughts on this place, being stuck between four large walls whilst dark creatures roamed the outside. The memories of the squashed beast, twisted in an unnatural position came to mind as she thought more deeply about her escape. The monster had been so close and had she been any slower she would have been a goner, dead and forgotten, nothing but a distant memory to a boy who thought he saw a girl.

Her fingers still burned from the painfully cold metal claws that she had clasped her hands around and she wondered how she could have been capable of such a thing. The thought didn't prod at her thoughts for to much longer though, after all, it was all over now. She was safe and it was dead.

-

"Gabrielle,"

Her eyes opened slowly, only to be greeted with the blurred figure of a boy standing before her, she couldn't make out his features, even his voice didn't strike any familiarity, but by the way his hands ghosted over her shoulders and down to her hips, it seemed that he knew her, and quite well.

"Gabrielle, are you awake?" His voice was soft, a gentle whisper, his dark eyes being his only distinguishable features. "Don't pretend to be asleep," he huffed, fingers locking with her own as he leaned forward. "Wake up." --

Suddenly, the red-heads eyes snapped open, her chest heaving as though she had broke through the surface of deep water and gotten her first taste of air after being deprived of for so long. She glanced around the hut, her breathing out of whack as her chest heaved, she had, in her shocking awakening bolted upright, sending a certain boy in front of  her spiralling backwards in fright.

A boy that she didn't recognise held a hand to his heart, letting out a small breath of air before regaining a straight posture. "I-It's okay, y-you're safe here. I. . . I just wanted to check your bandages."

She swallowed thickly, ignoring the growing lump in her throat as she slowly nodded her head, trying desperately to level her breathing.

The boy slowly shuffled towards her, seeming rather weary and reluctant. "My name's Clint by the way," he murmured, gently taking her leg and resting her foot upon his knee whilst he crouched before her, unravelling a bandage from her leg where she must have scraped it during her many falls.

"You don't have to tell me your name, most of us don't remember them until a few days go past."

She nodded her head, biting her lip as she watched the older male tend to her other wounds before giving her an estimated recovery date. "It shouldn't' take too long for you to heal up, your wounds are mostly minor and a good rest is all that you really need."

"Well, that's good to hear," the pair lifted their heads up once a voice that belonged to neither of them and the blue eyed girl was greeted with the calm and collected gaze of none other than Newt, who had a well placed grin upon his pale features, his arms crossed casually over his chest.

Clint grinned in return, nodding his head and climbing to his feet. "I think she might even recover a little faster, she seems like a good healer- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!"

Both of the boys lurched towards the girl as she hopped to her feet with a small stumble, four arms circling around her thin waist in an attempt to take the pressure from her legs, Newt aiding Clint in carefully placing the girl back onto the bed.

"You not going to heal fast at all if you over work yourself," Clint scolded.

"You really should rest up," Newt added, a look of concern written across his features. "You don't want to push yourself."

"Yes, you need to stay here and rest until you're fit to walk without an aid,"

"Clint's right, you're wounds will only get worse-"

"I need to pee."

The pair stared at the girl for a moment, eyes equally as wide and they cleared their throats awkwardly, Newt flashing a strange crimson at the females blunt audacity.

"Oh. . ."

"Is that going to be a problem?"

Yes.