A few days had passed. Newt was still bedridden, and would be for quite some time. In those few days, Newt had formed a relationship so strong with Y/N that he wasn't sure was even possible. He felt so connected to her on every level that he began to wonder as if he was losing his mind. The girl had literally come and crashed into his world, completely changing it in a matter of days.

He knew it was crazy, but he felt like she gave him another reason to live. She was a strong, unwavering foundation to start building himself back up upon. How or why they felt the same pain, both in the heart and the body, he wasn't sure. In a sense, it felt strange and as if his privacy was being invaded. Anytime Alby questioned how he was feeling, his immediate reaction was to become defensive and storm off. But with Y/N, he never ran away. He talked to her and about the things he felt, why he jumped, his dreams and all he hoped the future held, no matter how grim it looked.

In the weeks following Newt's incident, Y/N and Clint worked to once again get him back up on his feet. It didn't take long for Y/N to realize she could still walk, since she had no broken bones. Her leg still burned with searing pain as if it really was broken, but she somehow found a way to push through and get up on her feet. Newt admired the strength inside of her.

The first time Newt left the medjack hut, he was slung over Y/N and Clint's shoulders. The place was brighter and greener than the last time he remembered seeing it and there was a couple of unfamiliar faces. He really had been in that bed for an awful long time. The first place he asked to be taken to was the small pond near the watchtower. There, he was sat down on the edge, ever so cautiously dipping his leg into the cool water. At first, it stung his skin but then faded into more of a feeling of comfort. He took in a deep breath, once again familiarizing himself with all of his surroundings.

Alby had done a lot of work in the past while. There were foundations of a building going up, the overgrown vegetation was cut down, making the place look clean and well-kept. There was a garden growing, one Newt could already see the improvements which would need to be made. A small pen of animals and a bunch of sticks in the dirt, looking as if it were a model of the maze.

"Newt!" A sharp, yet deep voice called out. It was an odd mix of concern, excitement and fear.

"Minho?" Newt replied back, a small smile crossing on his face. He struggled to turn his body around to see the runner approaching.

Minho could tell Newt was struggling to turn, so he rushed over and placed his hands on the blonde's shoulders. Then, he sat at his side between him and Y/N, making it so Newt didn't have to strain himself to see. "How are you feeling, man?"

"Alright," Newt said quietly. "It's nice to be out again."

"Pah, I can imagine! You've been cooped up in that stinky hut for...well too long. Thought you might slip into insanity and never come back." Minho teased, jabbing Newt's shoulder. The boy winced, as did Y/N, both of them grabbing their arm.

"What the...shuck was that?" Minho looked between the two completely baffled. "I didn't touch her, I swear."

Newt and Y/N shared a panicked glance. The only other people who knew about this whole thing was Alby and Clint because they had to. But no one else did.

"I know you didn't," Newt pursed his lips. "Listen, Minho..."

"What? Don't tell me you learned voodoo while in there all that time." He snapped in concern.

Y/N shrugged and almost laughed. He wasn't exactly all that far off from the truth.

"The creators," Newt began. "Somehow, Y/N and I are connected. We can feel each others pain."

Minho raised his brows.

"She came up in the box the day I—" Newt paused and redirected his thoughts. "When she did, she was in a lot of pain, talking about the exact same injuries I had even before you brought me back to the Glade."

"What the klunk?" Minho blabbered.

"Dunno," Newt shrugged. "But if you hurt me, you're hurting her too."

For a moment, Minho's face went pale. His eyes snapped shut and his breath hitched, his balance completely lost. Y/N caught him before he slumped down into the pond. "Woah,"

"What happened?" Y/N asked.

"Memories...I think. When we were younger." He shook his head, trying to get everything straight. But it seemed as if as quickly the memory came, it left. The only piece that hadn't faded yet was Newt's face. "You haven't aged one bit, Newt."

"Shut up, Minho." He groaned.

The runner snickered and patted Newt's back, standing up. "I've got work to do, so I'll leave you two to it!"

Newt struggled to turn around once again. "Hey, Minho! You might wanna figure out a better place to map the maze. That dirt patch isn't gonna last long...or survive a bloody pig stampede."

"Yeah, you're right." He ran his hand though his dark quiff of hair. "I'll get on that...eventually."

Newt laughed lightly as he watched his friend run off into the Glade. That was when he realized he'd miss running. Clint had already told him he'd probably never walk normally again, let alone run. Y/N, on the other hand, no one was sure what her recovery would look like. Would she have a limp like he would probably end up with?

It didn't matter because it was already over. But, Newt felt guilty. He'd brought this pain upon her. If he hadn't jumped, she wouldn't have to suffer through this with him. Maybe that was what he needed, though. To know that someone was feeling the same pain he was, yet see them keep moving forward anyways. In the dark of the situation, he could see some good to it, no matter how sickening the rest of it was.

Finding a way to live with this in the future would be a struggle, Newt knew that. Things were looking up at the moment, though. Y/N was kind, understanding and not one to complain. She was brave to be walking around freely while Newt knew she was feeling everything he was. The girl was literally one to be walking though hell with a smile and he wasn't sure how she did it.

"I know it's a ways off," Newt broke the silence. "But when I'm better and can walk, do you think you'd help me with those shabby gardens?"

Y/N looked to where he was pointing, a soft smile crossing her face. She nodded gently and looked to the brown eyed boy. "Sounds like fun."

Newt fiddled with his fingers and swished his feet in the water ever so gently. "I promise I'll be careful from now on."

Y/N shifted her position. "You don't need to be that cautious. Things will still happen to the both of us that we can't control."

"I know," Newt sighed. "I just...don't want to hurt you anymore."

The boy had enough guilt to last him three lifetimes. He felt miserable for hurting Alby and betraying Minho in a sense, and now all of his pain transferred to a girl who didn't deserve it.

"It's going to happen regardless." Y/N said plainly. "We need to be there for each other, that's all."

"You make it sound like it's not a problem," Newt stifled a laugh.

"That's because it doesn't have to be a problem." She admitted. "We can learn to live with it. I'd say we're doing pretty well so far."

Newt had to admit, they were doing well. In a sense, if they could make it through this together, there was nothing they couldn't fight through at one another's sides. She had to endure what it felt like to be within inches of death all because he jumped, yet still sat at his side with a smile. The boy felt at home and safe with her. It was an indescribable feeling, but it felt right. Especially after Minho's small flashback, he knew Y/N and himself had a history. One that was strong.