Greenie

Chapter 13: One Tough Shank

Minho's POV

Newt's a mess. It's been 2 days since I found Y/N in the maze and he hasn't left her side once.

We don't know what happened to her and Clint says he isn't sure when she'll wake up if she wakes up at all. She tore open the cuts in her leg and arms and had new gashes all down her back as well as a large purple bruise on her stomach and the back of her head. She had lost a lot of blood when I found her and Clint says she definitely got stung by a greer at least once.

Usually he would have given her the grief serum by now but she is barely breathing as it is. Clint says it's too risky, he has no idea what kind of pain that would put her in.

Instead Newt, Clint, Frypan and I have been doing shifts watching her, talking to her and feeding her soupie stuff. Chuck will join every now and then but never on his own and Newt doesn't leave the room. Mostly we don't want her to be alone if she wakes up.

On day 3 Clint decided her vitals were strong enough. It was time to give her the serum.

Newts POV

Over the past 2 days I've been by Y/N's side. Clint and Minho keep trying to get me to leave for one reason or another but I don't want her to be alone when she wakes up. On the morning of day 3 Clint tells me she is finally strong enough for the grief serum.

You couldn't tell it by looking at her bleeding, bruised body but she was actually doing a lot better. Some color had returned to her face over the last day and the bruises on her stomach and head were shrinking.

It was time and I knew it but I wasn't sure I could stand seeing her in that much pain.

I spent the morning talking to her and holding her hand. Explaining what was about to happen and why we had to do it. Telling her she could do this and that I believed in her. In reality I knew she couldn't hear me and that I was convincing myself more than anyone, but it helped.

Around noon Clint and Minho came into Y/N's room. Minho sat on the foot of the bed, resting a hand on her leg while Clint busied himself with the syringe and the serum in the corner. I just held onto her hand, hoping she understood that we had to, and that this was for the best.

A moment later Clint walked up behind me. Resting a hand on my shoulder he asked "You ready?"

"Just bloody get it over with" I told him but I was honestly thankful for the warning.

"All right."

He slid the needle slowly into her arm and I squeezed her hand even tighter whispering "I'm sorry Y/N" before he pushed the serum into her system.

Her whole body stiffened and I braced myself for writhing and thrashing and screaming but it didn't come. Instead she whimpered once and silent tears started leaking down her face.

"It's ok love. You're ok." I told her softly wiping the tears off her face with my free hand. Clint and Minho both looked confused, clearly they were expecting kicking and screaming as well but Minho seemed to understand.

"She's one tough shank." He said matter of factly.

"You can bloody say that again." I told him.

"She seems well enough. Newt, are you alright if I leave you two alone?" Clint asked.

"Yeah that's fine."

"And you'll get me if anything happens?" he pressed.

"Yeah"

"All right then. Minho can you come with me?"

Minho nodded and with that they both turned and walked out of the room, leaving me and Y/N alone.

I crawled onto the bed with her, holding her head in my lap and stayed there the rest of the night, holding her hand or smoothing her hair. Her tears that had started didn't stop but they didn't build either. She was shaking and every once in a while she would twitch or whimper but she never screamed, not once.

In stark contrast Ben was a few rooms over yelling and screaming bloody murder. He had been caught in the maze a few nights ago. I helped when Clint gave him the serum and he was going through the changing now.

In any other circumstances I would have felt bad for the shank but Y/N was going through the changing too and she still hadn't made a sound. Minho was right; she was one tough girl.

I didn't sleep that night. Instead, I watched her chest rise and fall with uneven, labored breaths. At last she was breathing. At least she was still fighting. That would have to be enough.