An hour later, you're sitting on the edge of a bed in the Homestead, Jeff trying his best to disinfect and bandage your cuts. The room around you is a mess, the splintered wood and glass shards cleared away from where you sit.
The door creaks open.
"Y/n?" Newt asks, peeking in. A smile comes over his face as his eyes find you. "There ya are. I was looking all over the bloody Homestead for you."
"The Homestead isn't that large, Newt," you say, sharing his smile.
He shrugs and walks in. "Just seemed like a while. I can take it from here, Jeff."
He nods and stands, leaving his medical supplies on the floor beside your dangling feet. Newt doesn't say a thing until Jeff's gone and the door closes behind him.
"Their idea might actually work," he says, kneeling down in front of you and picking up the cotton ball soaked with disinfectant. "They really might have finally solved the buggin' Maze."
"What!" you burst before hissing in pained breath as Newt dabs at one of your cuts. Cold seeps into it.
"Sorry," you mumble.
He looks up at you, his brows furrowing. "Why are you sorry? You're not being a bloody sissy or anything. And even if you were, it wouldn't matter."
"I don't know," you say, shrugging. "Anyways, what do you mean they might have found the way out?"
"Not out, but solved the Maze," he says. "They've been tracing the Maps onto waxed paper and are laying the Maps for each section over each other. We've been seeing letters where the lines overlap the most. It's brilliant."
"We're finally getting out," you breathe. You meet Newt's eyes, and for once they're shining with hope.
"I wouldn't go that far, but we're making progress." Despite his words, you can't help but notice the smile refusing to disappear from his face.
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The Cost of the Cure
FanficOne day, you wake up with no memories. You know two things: your name and the fact that you are terrified. You find yourself in a strange place called the Glade. Even though no one else remembers anything at all, you find it harder than ever to brea...
