To say that Newt looked awful wouldn't fully express the horror.
His eyes were shut, but looked as if he was in pain. His chest slowly rose and fell, but not in a peaceful pattern, and his frail body was bruised and battered. Worst of all, his leg was at an odd angle, and the ankle on his right leg was wrapped up, blood seeping through the cloth.

"What happened to him?!?" Y/N cried.

Minho sighed and looked down.

"Look, it isn't your fault. But when they brought back your body, Newt couldn't handle it. He thought another person had died because of him. First was George, and then Nick, and he couldn't deal with you being dead because he couldn't care for you. I was running with Alby yesterday, and we heard someone yelling. We rushed towards the sound, and we found him lying on the ground screaming profanities and clutching his leg. It was awful, and we think he may have tried to kill himself. But it's not your fault, so don't go Juliet on his shuck ass."

Y/N stifled a sob, and even Minho's joke at the end still couldn't make her happy.

Newt tried to kill himself because of me???

"I want to get up and walk around. I don't want to be in here anymore."

Minho shook his head. "You have to recover a bit more, then we'll talk."

Just then, Clint came in.

"Y/N is free to go, Minho. Let the girl go, you overprotective shank."

Minho sighed, then helped Y/N out of her bed. Cot. Stretcher. Thing.

She took another glance at Newt and sighed, walking out of the room.

                              ~+~

While she was outside, so many of the gladers were welcoming her back "from the dead", but she didn't feel the cheer. Newt was severely hurt because of her almost dying, and she couldn't do anything to help him.

"Hey. Glade to shuckface."

Y/N was snapped back to reality by someone talking loudly and waving a hand in her face. Minho. Only Minho.

"Yeah, I'm good. Sorry. What were you trying to tell me?"

Minho chuckled and nodded towards the kitchen.

"Might want to get something to eat, greenie."

Y/N looked longingly at the hut-like structure and smelled the sweet aroma of pancakes and bacon. (Sorry if you're vegetarian like me lol)
Her stomach got the best of her, and she started towards Frypan, the new cook. A dark-skinned boy with a beard greeted he with a cheery grin as he served her a plate of delicious looking food.

It did not taste as it looked.

But it was food, so why not?

She thanked Fry anyway and tried to look satisfied, but her cringy look gave her away, and several gladers laughed and started throwing good-natured insults at Frypan and his food. But again, they were only joking, and Frypan, it looked like, knew this and laughed along.

Part of her wanted to be happy and enjoy her first time up for the past three days, but she couldn't keep her mind off of Newt, the poor boy in the homestead who tried to kill himself. Her friend. Her possible lover.

It was all her fault for wanting to be a runner in the first place.