6
"Its Newt."
A million things of what could've happened to him flooded my mind. "What?! What happened?" I freaked out, not caring if I looked ridiculous. "You might wanna see for yourselves."
"Minho, come on." I quickly said. "Chuck can help me, go ahead." He coldly muttered. What the hell? Just awhile ago we were....fuck it. "Wow." I turned my heel and ran out of the Map Room, I ran faster with every step I took until I reached the Med-Jacks.
Newt layed on the bed, his face scrunching up in pain as his foot got fixed. "Newt! What happened?" He turned away from me and didn't say a thing. "Newt..." "I should have jumped a little further. Stupid ivy." He chuckled bitterly. "What are you-" That's when it hit me. He tried to kill himself. "Newt...ho-how could you?!" Again, he ignored me. "Everybody here, Newt. Everybody here is counting on you! Everybody is looking up to you! How could you do that to us?" He closed his eyes, a single tear coming out. "I can't take it anymore. Everything we're doing is just...useless."
"You only think of yourself, and that is the worst mistake you will ever make." I took his hand. "I trust you. I hope you trust yourself, too." And with knowing that he's alive, I left.
I can't believe it. I saw Newt as someone strong. I saw him as the type of person who would say "Don't give up! There are a lot of bloody chances to take!" to someone who feels as if everything we do is in vain. But god, he turns out to be the one who thinks that everything we do is useless.
I get it, he's tired of doing the same things and getting no results. He's so done with being stuck here and just wants to end everything. I mean, if I only thinked for myself, I would've just slashed my neck the first hopeless moment I encounter. But most of the people here, they have faith in their leaders. The runners have faith in Minho that he could one day solve the maze and get out of this shithole. We have faith in the Med-Jacks to treat people when they get hurt. We have faith in Frypan to cook us delicious meals everyday. God, I even have faith in Gally to keep his eyebrow game on fleek!
I sighed and ran a hand through my hair. I never saw this coming. But it's already done, and the best I can do is help Newt get back on his feet. Literally.
I saw Clint walk out of their shack, so I called out to him. "Clint! Hey wait up!" He slowed down and let me catch up to him. "About Newt..." "He can't run again, ever." He said it like a whisper, like he didn't want the words to come out of his mouth. "He'll probably have a limp, I don't know how to tell him that Nicole. I can't hurt him again." I nodded and unconciously blinked my eyes several times. "Okay, I'll try to help. Thanks Clint." I gave him a small smile before walking back to the Med-Jack's shack.
Newt still layed there, of course. Staring off into nothing. "Hey, I'm back." I tried to say it as cheery as I can, but I just can't shake off the sadness in my voice. "I wanna be alone." "You don't wanna talk? Even for just a little while?" "Nicole can you just get the bloody hell off my back?" I flinched, his accent made it even harder on my ears.
Honestly, I've changed a lot. The first day I came here I'm probably the bitchiest girl you'll ever see, but now, I actually care for these people. So it hurts me to hear these words, specially from Newt.
I blinked back the tears that were threatening to fall. "Y-yeah." My voice broke. "Sorry, I didn't mean to bother you, just thought you'd need someone to talk to."
Newt's eyes softened, guilt pouring out of them. "Nicole, that's not-" He sighed. "I'm sorry, okay? I didn't wanna hurt you." I nodded. "Yeah, sorry too, I'm just overwhelmed at the things that are happening."
A comfortable silence took over, before Newt broke it with a question. "What did Clint say about my foot?" I don't know if I should lie, or tell him that he can't be a runner anymore. "You can't...run The Maze anymore, Newt. I'm sorry." He gulped, taking in the bad news. He nodded, probably holding back tears.
I reached for his hand and squeezed it. "I'm here for you. We all are. We're your family Newt." It took a second before he did, but he squeezed my hand back.
And in that moment I knew, he's not about to give up the fight just yet.
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