I sat by the wall for several minutes before I saw Minho running in, dragging Gally into the glade and calling for Med Jacks.

"Minho, What happened? Is he okay?" I asked as I ran over to them.

"He should be fine, Gray, but I'm not sure." Minho answered. I loved it when he called me Gray, but I shouldn't be thinking about that. Gally could be dying, "I think I griever got to him. Let the med jacks handle it"

I nodded and asked about Newt, "Did you see Newt? I think I heard him yell"

the Med Jacks came to carry Gally to the Med Hut before Minho answered my question. They examined him and Gally fell in and out of consciousness. I watched him as he cried out a few times and as he writhed with pain.

Minho must've seen my worry, because he put his arm around me in attempt to comfort. I relaxed a little bit and leaned into him.

"Thanks Minho" I whispered, unsure if he heard me.

Then Alby burst through the door and Minho let go of me as he whipped around.

"Alby what is it?" He asked.

"It's Newt" Alby answered.

And that's all it took. Newt was hurt, he was in danger. I felt tears fall down my cheeks as I thought of the many things that could've happened, "is he okay? Please tell me he's okay, tell me he's alive" I cried

"He's alive greenie" Alby said, and immediately I relaxed a little. "But I don't think he's okay" he finished as he helped Newt into the room and put him on the bed. His leg was swollen and there was a bump, inferring that his leg was broken. There were scratches all over him.

"Jeff! Get back here!" I called. I rushed over to Newt and held his hand. His eyes were closed and he was in pain. "Newt, are you okay? What happened? Oh Newt" I reached down and pulled him into hug, careful not to touch his
leg.

He sat up slightly and wrapped his arms around me "I'm sorry I did it" he whispered, "I'm Sorry I hurt you" The pain in his voice hurt my heart.  Jeff sedated Newt and he fell unconscious.

Newt snapped his Tibia, and due to the lack of medical supplies and knowledge, Clint said he would have a limp.

Newt had to rely on Alby to get him around the Glade for two weeks. I still didn't know what happened, when Newt first woke up, he wasn't willing to say. He said he'd tell me when he was ready. When it wasn't so fresh in his mind.

We went on with our life, but Newt lost his job as a runner. He went to the gardens and started working there. Nick told him to help where ever he could.

And I was still a builder. Gally was going through what they called the Changing. He would scream and yell in his sleep and he was unconscious for a few days.

When he woke up, he wasn't the same.

He was grumpier, more jittery. He wasn't the kind Gally I knew before. Of course he still cared about me and protected me like he did before, maybe even more now. But he does it in a strict way. Like he's overly protective. Most days, he wouldn't let me build unless he was within five feet of me.

"Grace, you've hardly eaten your lunch" Gally grumbled.

"Maybe I'm not hungry" I responded.

"Grace, you gotta eat" Minho said.

"I eat every other day, it's fine" I stood up and left to the deadheads- my comfort spot.

I went deeper than usual and climbed a tree and rested there, still worrying about Newt and what exactly happened.

I leaned my head against the trunk of the tree and closed my eyes to relax. My hand broke a branch on accident and it fell down. I didn't think much of it.

Until I heard the soft cries from below me.