The Cost of the Cure

Chapter 94

Thomas takes a deep breath. "Minho, y/n, I need to tell you and Newt something. And we need to let Teresa out-- she's probably starving and we could use her help."

"That stupid girl is the last thing I'm worried about," Minho mutters.

You elbow him in the ribs. "You don't have to like her, but giving her a chance is a good idea. Maybe it is poor timing, but we do still need to take care of her."

"Just give us a few minutes," Thomas pleads. "We have an idea. Maybe it'll still work if enough Runners remember their Maps."

"An idea?" you ask. "What is it?"

"Just come over to the Slammer with me. Both of you and Newt."

Minho thinks for a second before calling. "Newt!"

"Yeah?" Newt stands, folding the blood soaked rag once again to somehow find a clean spot. You can't help but notice there isn't a single part not drenched in blood.

Minho points down at Alby. "Let the Med-Jacks take care of him. We need to talk."

Newt gives the three of you a questioning look, but then hands the rag to the nearest Glader. "Go find Clint. tell him we have worse problems than guys with buggin' splinters." He glances at you. "Actually, get Jeff too. Y/n could use some help as well."

"No, I can wait," you say. "I'll be fine."

Newt shakes his head. "I'm sorry, but have you looked at yourself? You look worse than Minho and Tommy did when they survived a night in the Maze. Whatever it is, I promise I'll fill you in, but you need bandages and rest."

You look down at yourself. Tiny cuts pepper your clothes, the bigger ones revealing bits of skin, but all of them staining your clothes with red. You had been so distracted you'd somehow forgotten about them. For the first time, you're grateful the Griever's weapons are razor sharp.

You give him a small smile. "Good point. I didn't realize."

Minho shakes his head. "Y/n, I thought you were tough, not crazy. How did you not notice!"

"I... uhh..." Your cheeks flush red with heat.

"It's fine," Newt claps you on the shoulder as he walks away and with the rest of them.  "Once we're done, I'll come right to you."

You turn around, raising an eyebrow and folding your arms.

A small smile finds its way to his face. "I promise!"