Memories? Wiped out completely. Name? Unknown.
The only source of information you have is that the girl laying next to you, is your sister.
With no knowledge of your past, you find yourself in the Glade: a place filled with teenage boys who are stru...
After finding Newt, the four of us make our way to Alby and group together in his room. Jeff and Clint already waiting as if they knew something was about to go down.
"We don't even know what this stuff is," Newt says in a motherly tone, "Or where it came from, or why it came up here with you." He says pointing the vial at Teresa.
"I mean for all we know this thing could kill him." Thomas puts both hands on his hips, obviously ready to argue with the one in charge.
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"He's going to say something stupid, isn't he?" Teresa asks.
"Not sure, considering the situation it's a close call." I say back.
"He's already dying." Thomas finally speaks up, and my eyes lay on the boy in front of us. Veins protruding out of his skin, sweat dripping everywhere, and unbearable sounds of pain emitting from what seems like everywhere. "Look at him!" He tells Newt, "How could this possibly make it any worse?"
Newt stares at Alby, his closest friend on the verge of dying, and still says nothing. "Come on, it's worth a try..." Thomas trails off, but Newt remains silent and keeps his eyes fixated on Alby. "Newt." I attempt, making him look to me, "We at least have to try."
He hesitates, keeping his eyes on me before looking back to Alby. "Alright." He gives in, "Do it." He says while handing the vial to Thomas.
Thomas and Teresa immediately move to opposite sides of the bed closest to Alby's face, but I stay near the end of the bed with Newt. He's made it obvious that this isn't easy for him to watch, and I want to be here for him. I don't even feel like questioning why I want to comfort him, but hopefully just being next to him is enough.
As Thomas gets closer and prepares to inject Alby with the blue liquid, he looks back to all of us and assures that we're still on board with the plan, and to make sure that we're ready to go into action in case anything goes terribly wrong.
Newt crosses his arms and makes a pouting face, making it very clear that he's still unhappy with our plan but refuses to say anything. Then, a sudden tingling urge appears in my stomach, driving my concern for him even more.
From what feels like instinct, I take my hand and place it on Newt's back, slowly scratching it. My face begins to heat up as this was honestly unexpected for the both of us, but I manage to keep my sight on Alby as Newt quickly glances to me before looking back at Alby.
We watch as Thomas carefully leans over Alby, my heart rate beginning to increase. One wrong move and—
"YOU SHOULDN'T BE HERE!" Alby suddenly screams, his eyes as dark as the night sky. Everyone quickly takes action and moves to pin Alby down while Thomas loudly begs, "Get the syringe!" I hurriedly shove a frozen Teresa out of the way and grab the syringe, lifting my arms and sticking it into Alby's arm with no hesitation.
I cautiously watch as Alby's breathing begins to slow down, his chest rising and falling in a much calmer state. I feel a sigh of relief from nearly everyone in the room, but I'm questioning if I killed Alby or saved him. Glancing at the faces around me, I catch Newt's glare but bypass him and turn to Teresa, who still appears frozen with her hands in her hair.
"Are you okay?" I ask her, and she nods, "Just a little shaken up."
"Well, that worked." Jeff adds.
"Alright from now on," Newt begins, "Someone watches him around the clock." He says looking to everyone in the room, and all was wearily silent until a familiar voice comes from the door.
"Hey." Gally says while examining the scene in front of him, "Sun down, Greenie. Time to go." He demands to Thomas, who hesitates at first but eventually leaves with one last look at Alby.
"Alright, everyone to bed. I believe we've all had enough for one night." Newt directs, and I slowly follow everyone out until I feel a hand on the back of my arm, stopping me in my tracks. "Not you. I need to talk to you." He finally comes into view and I meet his eyes before noticing Teresa waiting for me. "It will only be a minute." Newt reassures her, "Jeff will accompany you to your hammock and Y/n will follow shortly after.
Teresa glares at me and waits for a response, I assumed she would've said something through our connection, but I guess I assumed wrong. "It's okay. I'll only be a minute." I say, and she looks to Newt once more before slowly turning away and finally leaving.
"What is it?" I ask him, and he doesn't respond for a second before saying, "Let's leave Alby be, alright? Just in case something happens again." He says, moving and putting his hand on my lower back. We head into the room across from Alby's and find two chairs to sit in.
Facing each other, the silence is almost deafening. Newt crosses his arms again and I entertain myself by staring blankly at the wall, avoiding his eyes. I do feel safe with Newt, I do. Out of everyone here, I believe he's the one I trust the most.
"How did you know?" He asks in a soft tone.
"Know what?"
"Your hand on my back. The scratching." He pauses, "How'd you know that would calm me down?"
"I don't—I don't know. I noticed that you were a little upset with the whole situation and it," I pause, "It just felt like the right thing to do."
He doesn't answer, and a wave of uncertainty and shame rushes over me, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that! I crossed a boundary."
"No! Not at all!" He exclaims with a red face, "I just wasn't expecting it is all. I—I liked it."
I smile at his nervousness and let out a small laugh, I have yet to see Newt act so vulnerable and I honestly think it's adorable. It seems like he feels safe with me, and a few butterflies begin to fly around my stomach.
"Come on, Y/n. Let's get you to bed." He stands up and waits for me to leave first. Outside, I watch through the open door and see him check Alby one more time before joining me.
The further we walk, the more I realize how tired I am. Walking past sleeping boys in their hammocks, I wish I was fast asleep. "Teresa should be right over there." Newt points out two hammocks that are a good distance away from the rest of the boys, one already filled with the outline of a sleeping figure.
I look back over to Newt and catch him surveying the boys in their hammocks, assuming he's in the process of some nightly head count. "Well then, Y/n." He turns to me, "I'll be back in the hut if you need me, but try to get some sleep, you're gonna need it." He tilts his head and I can't help but grow a slight smile, "I will."
Newt doesn't move, however, he stays for a moment and seems to study my face, which tingles as I watch his eyes. They seem to stop on my lips a few times, bringing back a familiar heat to my face that makes me want to run away.
I watch as he begins to move towards me, cautiously embracing me into a hug as his head nestles into my neck. I can't help but wrap my arms around his warm body. "Thank you." He suddenly says, "For what?" I ask, starting to hope he'll never let go. "For being there for me." He pauses and pulls away, "With the whole Alby thing."
I smile up at him, "Of course. We have to be here for each other, right?" He smiles back at me, "Yeah." We're silent for another moment until Newt begins to back away.
"Goodnight, Y/n."
"Goodnight, Newt."
I turn away and head towards my hammock, I'm grateful that it's dark outside and that no one can see my stupid, wide smile. Reaching the hammock, I quickly take off my shoes and gently slide in the held up fabric, surprisingly able to find warmth and comfort. Before I know it, my eyes begin to weigh down and my body relaxes, and I finally fall asleep.
