Her Glue, His Wildcard

11

I woke up still in Newts arms but to a familiar sound ripping through the glade, I shot straight up even though Newts death grip still had me locked next to him. After a few seconds I realized what it was The box.

"Newt!" I said pushing his shoulders.
"Newt! Wake up! It's an emergency!" He didn't move a muscle. I let out a sigh and realized what I had to resort to.

"Newt! We can't find Thomas!" I watched his eyes pop open in a panic and he fell of the bed.

"What!? Where's he gone?" He pulled a shirt over his head frantically, I grabbed onto his forearm and started to laugh.

"Can't you hear? The box is coming up."

"It shouldn't be." He said before turning and running out into the glade with me shortly on his heels.

Everyone else had crowded around the box aswell, it was coming up at a record pace Newt started stumbling slipping and falling into the hole where the box comes from. He luckily caught the side of the hole but the box was still coming.

"Newt!" I yelled dropping to my knees I grabbed his arm and began pulling but I wasn't strong enough to get him out in time by myself.

"Stop standing there and help me!" I cried to the other gladers, Frypan, Minho, Thomas, and Gally all dropped to my side and helped pull him out back to the ground.

"I thought Thomas was missing?" Newt inquired as he regained his balance.

"I had to get you to wake up somehow." I laughed pulling him to a hug. Seeing him fall into that hole scared me more than the maze, I knew he'd be okay but I hated the thought of anything else happening.

"It's alright." he held onto my waist before pulling away and watching the box come up.

"Did I miss it!?" Leo called as he ran up behind me.

"No, you're just in time." Newt smiled at him.

The box slowed to a stop and the gladers all stared at one another, waiting for someone to open it. Newt jumped on top of the box and opened one side to reveal a boy still knocked unconscious.

"What the..." Gally said opening the opposite end.

There was a small slip of paper in his hand followed by the other supplies that were typically sent up.

"Hey...whats that?" I said jumping down into the box, I opened his hand and pulled the paper out. Unfolding it I read the words to myself then aloud so everyone else could hear it.

"Get them out" I looked to Newt and he pulled the paper from my hands and read it himself.

"What could that mean?" I ask him.

"These were Albys last words yes?"

"Yes to me....and Thomas." I looked up shielding my eyes from the sun and met his eyes.

"Well Tommy, do you happen to know anything?"

"No...nothing."

"Right. Let's just get him out of here then."

Thomas, Minho, Gally, Newt and myself began trying to lift the boy when he suddenly gasped for air and woke up, he sat straight up and when he spoke, he spoke clearly before falling back under.

"W-....Wicked is good." He said breathlessly and he began falling backwards.

"Hey!" I said catching his head before it could hit the metal floor of the box.

The boys slowly lifted him from the box and took him to the pit where every new greenie waits until they wake up or until Chuck gives the tour.

After all the commotion concluded we did the usual of going to breakfast, listening to Leo's stories, watching Gally argue with someone, and Chuck and Thomas playing.