Newt was back with the med-jacks. He hurt his leg running after Chuck.
"Why were you running?" asked Jeff.
Newt knew he had to lie, only for Chuck's reputation. "Sheep got loose from the Blood House, had to chase it down."
"Isn't that how you hurt your leg? A cow escaped?" Clint asked, mending to Newt's leg.
Newt nodded.
Jeff shook his head in disgust, "Gotta tell Winston to lock the penn more securely."
Newt smiled and agreed, but his smile was fake. Winston was being blamed for nothing.
'Sorry Winston.'
Newt had a weird dream that night. He was there. Who is he?
That was all they called him- 'he.'
He?
Who is this 'he'?
The next day the siren went off in the Glade.
"A month since Chucky arrived? Already?" Minho asked, almost disgusted when he said 'Chucky.'
Newt bent down to be level with Chuck, who was standing in front off him.
"He's still upset in what happened to me," Newt gulped. "What I did."
The box opened moments later and he stood there, using his hands as a shield.
It was he.
The he from Newt's dream.
Gally jumped into the box, "Day one Greenie, rise and shine."
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The Bloody Walls
FanfictionWe all know how Newt got his limp. But do we know what happened after? How Alby and Minho reacted. How they kept it a secret from the rest of the Gladers. And how Newt kept quiet, slowly dying inside.
