I'm so sorry it took me so long to update! Literally the next day I was going to write and post this chapter but I got a fever and that lasted 2 days and I didn't have enough motivation for writing during that, then I started getting more busy to catch up with school after that so I'm really sorry... but here's the new chapter!

(Also sorry if this one isn't as accurate, I don't know these scenes quite as much as the others. I'm also gonna start adding in bonus Newtmas stuff to help develop the relationship)

Thomas now walked through the woods, carrying a shovel and a basket.

He complained a bit to himself. Why Wilson they let him do something more exciting? And why was it in the middle of the woods??

He soon came across a stream, which led to a graveyard. There were woods gravestones with names sloppily carved in, and there were bones of people that had barely been buried properly. There were flies that swarmed the bones.

Thomas walked around the graveyard a bit before he heard a twig snap in the distance. His head shot up and his eyes landed on a boy. It was the blonde runner boy, he was there but something was off. He looked pale and was breathing heavily, fists clenched.

"Uh, Ben right? I don't think we've-" Thomas paused, "Are you okay?"

Ben ran forward and tackled Thomas to the ground. 

"It's your fault, you did this. I saw you!" Ben yelled in Thomas' face.

They wrestled a bit before Thomas was able to squirm free. He ran toward where he thought the main part of the Glade was.

He heard Bens shouts, his anxiety levels raised and he got a rush of adrenaline.

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"HEY! HELP!" Newt heard from the gardens. He dropped his shovel and ran toward the shouts as best he could. He knew it was Thomas and he didn't want the boy to be hurt.

He soon was joined by others and they found Thomas being attacked by Ben. Newt and a couple others rushed forward and pulled Ben off, pinning him down whilst he tried escape their grasp.

"What happened?" Frypan ask.

"I don't know, he just attacked me!" Thomas exclaimed.

Alby pushed through the crowd and looked down at Ben who suddenly looked scared, "No, no no" he begged. Newt knew why.

"Alright, lift his shirt!"

They lifted his shirt to reveal a purple and blue patch of skin. Ben had been stung. Ben spat out pleas while everyone talked.

"He's been stung. In the middle of the day?" Gally asked.

Ben begged more and told them how he didn't mean to.

"Put him in the pit." Alby said, some boys then dragging Ben off.

This wasn't gonna be good...

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Thomas had been filled in on what had happened and what was going to happen and now found himself watching Ben being pushed into the maze, never to return.

It was pretty terrible and Thomas could barely imagine how it was for the others.

After the "banishing" he had decided to find Newt. The blonde had looked pretty sad after and Thomas felt an urge to comfort him - to hold him.

He now walked over to Newt who sat by one of the hammock areas. He sat next to Newt who looked up and gave Thomas a weak smile.

"Hey greenie." He said, his voice laced with a sad tone.

"Hey... you doing okay?" Thomas asked, placed a hand over Newts. Newt stared into Thomas eyes and pursed his lips, then skating his head. "Not really... I just didn't want to lose any more of the gladers but if we hadn't done something about Ben then his infection could have spread..."

Thomas gave him an apologetic look, then giving Newt the best hug he could give to him since they were sitting.

So they sat there holding each other, feeling safe and like they had done this plenty of times before, which they had. They just had no idea.

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Sorry it was kind of short... I wanted to get something posted.