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'Gemma stay at it! Save him!' The voice in my head screams out at me drawing a new strength from my core, rising to my feet I run forward catching the griever by surprise and yanking the handle, it took three pulls for the handle to fall free. I immediately rushed around to newt pulling his body out, making a horrible squelch, pressing my ear to his chest I listen for a beat, its there sure and clear but he's still unconscious.

About 2 minutes later he's still out, but the others have finished their fighting, and rush over "he's unconscious" i reply to their thoughts "not dead"

"We have to leave him, its only midday." Minho was speaking to me "no!" I shout anger boiling up inside me, pouring of my rim and frothing and spitting on the ground. He saved me! So I’ll save him! "We have to keep him! Please Minho please!" 
"fine, Gally'll carry him, we'll strap him on your back Gally, we'll have to move slower, buttt..." 
"Oh please, let's just go." i said trying to move the crowd, knowing more grievers were on their way. We ran the whole day, nothing triggered the recognition deep within me. On the run back to the glade newt awoke, mumbling and breathing heavily, his voice rose and soon he was shouting at us. In audible at first but then i made it out, he was screaming my name.

"Newt," i say running for him "it’s fine I’m here" I looked into his eyes. They were a web of fear and pain. Soon my fingers were fumbling with the tight knots holding him in place, lowering his feet first, and then untying the rope that felt taught across his torso. He was mumbling to now, things like: 'gem how many times do I have to feel like I've lost you'; 'oh god thanks gem you saved me'. I replied softly trying to comfort him. When I’d freed him he stood i front of me, staring at me as if i wasn't real. I love you" he choked out "I'm so glad you're still here" then he drew me into a weak hug, my head resting against his chest, his head Bowed, lips resting on my forehead nose on my hair line.

We ran side by side holding hands tightly. Nearing the glade we saw grievers awaiting. Double our number.

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