(Your POV)

You woke up with a throbbing headache, barely able to make out your surroundings. Syringes, bandages, and bottles of medications stacked atop the shelves.

Medjacks. I'm in the homestead with Jeff and Clint.

You looked down towards your body and noticed the bandages around your torso, and the wrapped-up limb beside your waist. 

And I've got a broken arm. Lovely.

Suddenly, a voice brought you  to attention.

"Hey you! Yes, you shuckface! Wake up, come on!"

And there's Minho.

You groaned and saw him at your other side, looking over your groggy features. He looked dirty, sweaty, and - hurt, actually. He must have found you in the Maze. Wait, the maze! You remember everything that happened before you were thrown against a wall and blacked out.

"So, you good then?"

You were once against snapped back into reality by Minho's voice. You looked up at him to see his face inquisitive.

"Oh, um. Yeah, I'm alright. Where's Newt?"

Silence.

"Minho, where is he?"

He looked at you with pain in his eyes. You mentally prepared for him to tell you that Newt's dead. But he never said it.

"He's right next to you."