I woke up to a blinding light, momentarily struggling to remember where I was. I glanced down and noticed a pair of arms were wrapped around me. Oh, right. The last memories I had were telling Newt he wasn't alone. I must've fallen asleep.

I groaned quietly, pushing myself away from Newt to stretch out my legs. His hand was still on my side, but his other arm had rolled off into the ground.

I yawned, looking back at the sleeping boy. He looks so calm. For once he didn't have a worried look on his face. Good that. I thought as I tentatively began to lean closer to him, making sure he was still asleep.

His chest rose and fell slowly, the hand on my waist slowly sinking to the dirt. His blonde hair was a mess, but I liked it that way. It was cute. Cute?

I slowly reached up, touching his face. It was softer than I thought it would be, and I couldn't help but run my fingers slowly along his lips. I wonder what it would be like to-

I jumped back slightly as his eyes opened. An amused, yet bewildered expression on his face. Immediately, I looked away, my cheeks burning from embarrassment. How could I even possibly think that? I reached down, pretending to tie up my shoes.

"What time do you suppose it is?" His voice was quiet as he stretched out his arms, completely ignoring how close I was just moments before. Perhaps that's a good thing.

"I'm guessing seven, maybe. I left my watch in the homestead." I replied quietly as I began to tie my hair back into a tight braid. I still felt so embarrassed, I was touching his damn lips! If that wasn't a dead giveaway, I wasn't sure what else could match it.

Newt wrapped his arms around my neck, pulling me back against him. I was startled at first, but allowed the small comfort. "Thank you."

"For?" I was confused. I hadn't done anything helpful in the slightest, not that I knew of anyways.

"Just for being the bloody shank that you are." He smirked.

I rolled my eyes. "We should probably go... If I'm late Minho will probably leave me in the bloody maze." I tried to joke, allowing Newt to help me up. He didn't respond as we began to walk out of the forest. I felt bad. Maybe I shouldn't joke about the maze.

"Oh, I don't think he'd do that." Newt said as he walked me to the walls where Minho was waiting for me. I was slightly confused when I couldn't see Ben, but I supposed it was just me and Minho today.

"Why not?"

He smirked. "He would have to deal with me after. And trust me, I wouldn't be bloody happy with him."

"There you are, Greenie." Minho greeted me, a smirk came to his face as he noticed how close Newt and I were walking. "You two look cozy."

I gave Minho a glare before taking a few steps from Newt. "Yeah, and you look bloody cold. Shut your pie-hole, Minho."

Minho chuckled, his smirk widening, if that was even possible. "Woah, someone's feisty today. What you do this time, Newt?"

"Maybe she's just sick of your Klunk, Minho." Newt retorted, crossing his arms.

"Let's get going, Greenie. See ya later, Shank." He grinned at Newt before taking off in a jog. I shook my head, looking over at Newt. "I'll see you later, okay? You better be waiting for me." I teased, shoving his arm before taking off in a sprint to catch up to Minho.

"Lover boy will be there for you when you get back, Greenie!" Minho laughed. "Hurry up!"

"Oh, shut up!" I grinned, running as fast as I could to catch up to Minho. "I can run just as fast as you can, Minho! Stop trying to show off!"

We searched the maze for a few hours, competing of course to see who was faster. So far Minho won twice and I won once. Every so often, Minho and I would talk about the guys and what everyone thought of each other. I finally understood what Newt meant about us gossiping.

"So when are you and Newt going to make it official?" Minho asked as we started walking back to the Glade.

"What are you talking about?" I narrowed my brows in confusion. Minho had to stop talking in code.

Minho grinned. "Oh, c'mon. When are you guys gonna admit you're in loooooooove." He put so much emphasis on the love it almost made me sick. When would he realize Newt and I were just friends?

I shook my head in disbelief. "You're his best friend, you should know by now we're nothing more than friends."

"You're right, he's my best friend. Which means I know he likes you."

I sighed deeply, shaking my head. "C'mon, I'll race you back to the Glade!"

As I ran I started to feel lightheaded and dizzy. No way, I am not letting Minho win! He'll just bug me all night about Newt again! I ran faster, even with the banging in the head. I turned a corner, grinning as I realized we were getting closer to the walls. "C'mon, Minho! Loser has to clean the bathroom!"

Then everything went black. My vision entirely disappeared. "What the-"

I screamed as I fell to the ground, a sharp pain piercing through the side of my stomach.

I had no idea what happened, all I could do was gasp in pain. "Ow! Ow, ow ow!" I was trying to stand up, but every movement I made caused my stomach to have repeated sharp pains.

"Tasha!" Minho was at my side instantly, his eyes were wide which wasn't a good sign.

"Minho?" I asked disorientedly, reaching around for his arm.

"Shit! Okay, okay, I'm gonna lift you up! We gotta get you back to the Glade." All I could do was nod, the pain beginning to overwhelm me.

"Just don't look down!" Minho said as he picked me up.

"What?! Why-" I glanced down at my stomach, seeing blood slowly flowing out of a wound, sharp piece of metal piercing the skin. "Oh- oh..." My head fell back as darkness took over me.

Newt's POV (Third Person)

Newt's head snapped up as he heard a scream coming from the maze- a girl's scream. Tasha? He didn't hesitate, he was already halfway to the maze along with Gally and Alby. Others followed quickly behind, but Newt only focused on getting to the walls.

"Was that-"

"Greenie got hurt?"

"They should've been back by now..."

Newt couldn't think straight. He stood at the edge of the Glade, waiting, hoping desperately they made it in time. He knew- he knew this would happen! She's too bloody reckless! He knew if they didn't make it back, he would never see her again. All this time he pushed her away because he was afraid of losing her- but he regretted every minute he was angry at her. He saw how hurt it made her yet he didn't stop it. All he could think about was how he felt. The other night she looked happy and peaceful. I should've kissed her. I should've told her how I feel. Maybe she would've stayed with me-

"There they are!"

Right as the walls began to close, Minho and Tasha came into view. Minho was holding Tasha in his arms as he ran through the closing walls, just barely making it through. He could see a bright red substance on Minho's hands. Newt ran to Tasha's side as Minho set her down as gently as he could onto the ground.

"What happened?" Alby asked Minho.

"I-I don't know! We were racing back and she got ahead of me and I think she fell."

"Tasha!?" Newt asked, brushing her hair away from her face. "Why isn't she moving?"

Everyone looked down, realizing she was unconscious. "Take her to Clint and Jeff, now!" Alby yelled, authority high in his voice.

Newt lifted her up slowly, staring down at her as he ran to the hut. His leg ached from the added pressure, but he ignored it as he limped as fast as he could. "You're gonna be okay... You're gonna be okay..."

"What happened?!" Jeff asked Alby as Newt set Tasha on the makeshift bed. Clint already began to examine her wound.

"Minho thinks she tripped." Alby explained, looking over at the bleeding wound.

"Jeff! I need your help here!" Clint yelled frantically, putting pressure on her wound. Newt stared down in shock as he saw Clint's hands were slowly being covered in Tasha's blood.

Jeff hurried over to him, putting gloves on his hands. "Get some gloves on, Shank. We can't risk her getting an infection."

"In case you haven't realized, I'm the one keeping her alive right now!" Clint growled.

"Both of you bloody knock it off and help her!" Newt yelled angrily at the two boys.

"We have to remove it." Jeff said after putting gloves on. "If we don't she might start to bleed internally or something."

Gally stepped into the building, staring at Tasha's limp body with an odd expression. "Is she gonna be okay?"

"We can't be sure until we get this damned thing out of her." Clint reached for the metal, only to be stopped by Newt grabbing his arm.

"Don't you have medicine to give her?"

They can't bloody expect her to survive this without pain killers.

Jeff shook his head in response, his hands now completely covered in the color scarlet. "We used it all up... We were waiting for the box to come this week- we never thought we'd need more now."

"Newt, let us help her. If we don't take the metal out now, she will die." Clint looked at Newt with a serious expression. "We're going to do all we can to help her, okay?"

Newt nodded slowly, letting go of the boys arm. She has to be okay... He walked over to the side of the bed, staring down at Tasha. You have to be okay. You can't leave me like this.

"Okay, we're gonna try to pull it out now." Jeff looked at Newt, a worried expression on his face. "If she wakes up, I'm gonna need you to keep her still okay? If she moves the wrong way it won't be good."

"Yeah, Gally we'll need your help to." Clint added, not looking up at anyone. "Go to the other side of the bed."

It took them an hour to take out the long shard of metal lodged in her stomach. Newt couldn't take his eyes off of her. Clint and Jeff were now starting to take smaller shards of metal out of her, but the bleeding had quit.

Tasha woke while they were trying to pull out the pieces of metal stuck in her stomach, and Newt didn't think he couldn't handle seeing her in anymore pain.

Tasha let out a yelp, tears falling down her face as the others tried to restrain her. "Let me go!" She screamed out, sobbing. "Let me go!"

"Tasha! Tasha, you have to lie still!" Gally was the one yelling at her now, trying his best to force her against the bed.

Newt was at her side, hardly able to hold her down. She looked over to him, tears still spilling down her face. Her body slowly stilled as she looked up at him, her breathing slow. "Newt?"

He brushed her hair away from her face. "I'm here, Tasha... I'm not going anywhere..." His voice trailed off as he slowly stroked her cheek, trying his best to stay calm. He forced a smile as he stared at her, hoping it would sooth her. He could feel the tears in his eyes, and It was taking all his strength not to let them fall. "You have to calm down, okay?"

As Clint and Jeff pulled out the last piece of metal, Tasha's eyes closed and her body went limp.

"Tasha?" Newt asked as his hands moved to her shoulders. "Tasha?" He began to shake her, no response. He leaned his head over her chest- her heart wasn't beating. Is she?

"She isn't bloody breathing!"

Gally pushed Newt away from Tasha before he began to perform CPR on her.

"You have to get her heart beating!" Jeff said as he began to stitch her up. Newt noticed that the bleeding had started up again. "She's losing too much blood as it is!"

Newt watched uselessly as Gally pushed against Tasha's chest repeatedly, whispering things to her he couldn't make out. All Newt could think about were all the times he spent with Tasha- all the moments he wished could've been different. You have to live...

Gally pressed his lips to her mouth, breathing air into her lungs. "C'mon! You gotta wake up!"

Newt breathed in a sigh of relief as her chest began heaving up and down, breath slowly passing between her lips. Newt grabbed her hand tight in his grasp, never wanting to let her go.

Once they knew she was stable, Jeff and Clint started to the clear the room. "She needs space, you guys."

"I'll stay with her." Newt said quietly, looking down at her. "If she wakes up I'll call you guys to make sure she's okay."

When everyone left, Newt allowed the tears to finally slip down his face. I almost lost you. His mind raced to the times where she would laugh at his jokes, or hold onto his arm- any happy memory he had with her.

"What am I gonna do with you?" His voice was quiet as he brushed her hair away from her face. She's so bloody beautiful. Newt bit his lip as his fingers slowly trailed down to her chin. I won't let you get hurt ever again. I promise, Tasha.

A/N: I HOPE YOU GUYS ENJOYED! PLEASE LEAVE A REVIEW! I hope you guys like the whole Newt POV thing :)