It took all of his will not to run into the Maze to help them. Each second seemed to last an eternity as the two boys struggled along the rocky passage. As they got closer, Newt could see something red staining the front of Y/N's clothes.

Blood.

He tried not to look but his eyes were transfixed. 'Is she alive?' That was the only thought running through his head as he stared helplessly at her unconscious body. She was ghostly white and her hair was plastered to her forehead with sweat.

Clint and Jeff had gathered their medical supplies and had retrieved two roughly designed stretchers. A couple of other boys were assisting them.

Determination evident on their exhausted faces, Minho and Thomas finally reached the edge of the Glade and carefully laid Alby and Y/N on the grassy floor. As if their legs couldn't hold them any longer, they collapsed onto the floor and leaned against the Maze walls for support.

"How in the bloody—?"

Thomas cut Newt off, "We'll explain later."

As they spoke, the two Med-jacks hurried forward and began to examine the two unconscious Gladers.

"Are they alive?" Newt asked hesitantly, fearing the answer.

"Just." The tone of Jeff's voice didn't sound all too convincing. Nevertheless, the second in command let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. They were alive. That was what mattered.

~~~

Clint and Jeff had taken Alby and Y/N back to the Med-jack hut on the stretchers and had not been seen since. Everybody was anxiously awaiting the news. Thomas and Minho had collapsed onto their hammocks, ignoring all questions, to sleep. They deserved it.

Newt hovered outside the sturdy wooden building. He couldn't stand still. Wandering slowly up and down, he raked back his hair impatiently. The knot of worry inside his chest had lessened slightly since the doors had opened but still it refused to be silenced. They still might not make it.

The boy wished he could do something — anything — to help but Clint had refused and forced him outside while they worked. Most of the other Gladers had resumed their usual posts and were working as if nothing had happened.

~~~

As the minutes ticked by, Newt ceased his pacing and took up a position on a rotting tree stump. A loud scream suddenly cut through the morning silence. Startled, the other boys turned towards the hut from which the sound was coming. The second in command winced. Alby must be going through the changing.

For the next few hours, he simply sat until finally Jeff emerged, looking tired but satisfied. Rising quickly, Newt strode towards the other boy.

"Are they okay? Will they live?" He asked frantically, resisting the urge to push past him into the hut.

"Alby has been injected with the Grief Serum as you probably heard. We've done all we can, now we just have to wait. As for Y/N, we've cleaned and patched up her wound. Again, we'll have to wait and see if she wakes up." Jeff explained.

"If?" Newt raised his eyebrows. "Is it likely she will?"

The other Glader shrugged helplessly. "Only time will tell."

Before either boy could say another word, another sound split the air, louder than Alby's pain-filled screams. It was the Greenie alarm.

~~~

I'm sorry it's not your POV still. It will be soon hopefully but I just wanted to show what was happening rather then skipping it all while you're unconscious. Hope you don't mind!

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