A/N: Hello, my lovely and adorable little snowflakes. I'm back. I am begging all of you to read some of my other stories and let me know what you think.
Newt's P.O.V.
Over the next several days, Emily remains in her coma and her body is limp and unmoving. I've freaked out and have had to check her pulse a couple of times to make sure that she was still alive because it looked like she had stopped breathing. One day while I am watching her she starts sweating and shaking uncontrollably.
"Clint! Jeff!" I call to our med-jacks. They come rushing in and begin to work on her. Alby and Minho come in as well and drag me out of the Med-jack hut so I don't get in their way.
"What the hell happened?" Minho asks me as I pace in front of the door to the hut.
"One minute she was peaceful and calm and the next minute she's sweating and shaking." I explain without looking at him. Now, I'm starting to get mad and irritated so I walk over to a tree and punch it. I bite back the scream that appears in my throat and look at my bloody knuckles.
"Dude, you need to calm down." Minho says as he puts a hand on my shoulder, trying to calm me down.
"How can I when the love of my life is in so much pain and there is nothing I can do to help her?" I ask, gritting my teeth.
"You can help her by not absolutely losing it. I know Emily. She needs you to keep a level head about this so that way the rest of us can freak out." Minho says.
"Guys!" Jeff yells. He comes running out and frantically looking around for us. Once he spots us over by the tree, he comes running over.
"She's awake and she's asking for you, Newt." Hearing that is all I need. I sprint into the Med-jack hut and stop when I see Emily sitting there, staring at the ground. Her hair a mess, dark circles under her eyes, pale skin… Well paler.
"Emily…" At hearing my voice, she looks up at me. Without saying anything and without any hesitation, she stands up, walks over to me and hugs me. I take her in my arms and hold on to her like she'll disappear if I let go. I breathe in the scent of her and savor it.
"I'm sorry." She quietly says into the crook of my neck. I feel something wet hit my neck and I realize that she's crying.
"You have nothing to be sorry for. You were just doing what you thought was right." I try to calm her down.
"But it didn't work." She whispers and pulls away from me, but not to far. I clasp my hands around her waist and look at her eyes and by doing that I can see how drained she really is.
"We'll worry about that later. Right now, you need some rest." I guide her back to the cot and sit down with her.
"How can I rest when I have so much work to do." She runs her hands through her hair and begins to ramble frantically. I calm her down by placing my finger under her chin and turning her to look at me.
"This is not healthy. You need to rest and not in a griever poison induced coma. We've been fine the past week and half, we'll be fine for a few hours." She looks at my eyes and I can tell that she understands how serious I am. She places her hand on my arm and nods. "Good girl. Now get some sleep." She lays down and I get up to leave when I feel something on my wrist.
"Where do you think you're going?" She questions with a smile on her face. I let a smirk come across my face as I lay down next to her and wrap my arms around her waist. "What happened to your knuckles?" She questions as she gently runs her thumb over my hand.
"Well, let's just say that I didn't take you being in a coma very well." I chuckle as I clench and flex my hand.
"You are an idiot." She smirks.
"But I'm your idiot." I kiss her forehead.
"Much better." I can hear her whisper. I smile at the thought that she's ok, alive, and in my arms. I end up falling asleep as well, and frankly I needed this.
Emily's P.O.V.
Pain… Suffering… Destruction… Death… That's all I see as I look around the burning remains of what was once the glade. Everything has been destroyed and bodies of innocent gladers litter the ground. Suddenly I remember that I was looking for something. I try to jump from this thought to another, but it's not working.
"What's going on?" I ask out loud.
"Isn't it obvious?" A voice says from behind me. I turn around to see me, but not entirely me. She is dressed in a black, sluty outfit with dark makeup on.
"What happened here?" I ask… Big mistake, Em.
"You happened. All of this is because of you. You know that you can't figure out the code without some sacrifice. This is that sacrifice." She gestures to the burning wooden buildings. "All of these innocent people will die because you can't figure out the code to get them their freedom. But the one that is the most innocent death is his." She points to the top of the wall where a figure is holding onto the ivy that is scattered all over the walls. Suddenly, the figure drops to the ground and my natural instincts tell me to run to help. When I arrive, the person is lying face down and I feel a pull of familiarity. When I turn the person over, I see the chocolate brown eyes that I fell in love with.
"Newt…" I choke out as tears begin to run down my face. I cradle his head in my lap and stroke his hair. I sob as I feel him go limp in my arms. I don't know how I did it, but I let out a wail of pure pain and sorrow and suddenly I'm in a bright white room. I get up off the ground and look around.
"It's not your fault." A voice says, echoing off the walls. I wipe around to see Newt in all white. "It will be my fault that I do what I do. It won't be because of you."
"Oh but it will be." The other me shows up behind him, but he seems completely oblivious of her presence. She cups his chin with her hand and struts over to me. "You will be Newt's death. I'll make sure of it."
"NO!" I scream and suddenly everything turns bright white. I open my eyes to see that I'm in the Med-jack's hut. I put my hand to my head and sit up.
"Emily!" Jeff exclaims as he comes over and checks me out.
"Jeff, I'm fine. I need to see Newt." I say as I shoo him away, swing my legs over the bed and try to stand up. Bad move. I feel my legs give out under me, but luckily Jeff helps me sit back to the bed.
"I'll go find Newt. You stay here." I nod. He quickly runs out the door, leaving me alone. I run my fingers through my hair and try to calm myself down.
"Emily…" I hear the accented voice that makes my hair melt. I look up to see Newt standing at the door with a look on his face that I can only describe as utter relief. Without taking a second to think about it, I stand up, walk over to him, and throw my arms around him. He copies my motion and holds me tight against his chest.
"I'm sorry." I say. I remember what I saw and a wave of tears hits me.
"You have nothing to be sorry for. You were just doing what you thought was right." He murmured into my hair.
"But it didn't work." I say as I pull away to look at him. I can feel his hands claps together behind my waist, keeping me close to him.
"We'll worry about that later. Right now, you need some rest." He guides me back to the bed and sits down next to me, still keeping me close to him.
"How can I rest when I have so much work to do." I realize I've been out for at least a few days and I know my work has probably piled up. When I get stressed, I get frantic and Newt knows that. I begin to ramble but Newt cuts me off by turning my head toward him.
"This is not healthy. You need to rest and not in a griever poison induced coma. We've been fine the past week and half, we'll be fine for a few hours." He looks at me with a serious look on his face. I place my hand on the arm that's holding my head in place and nod. "Good girl. Now get some sleep." I lay back down on the bed, but I notice that he's getting ready to leave. Really the only time I can sleep is when he's with me.
"Where do you think you're going?" I question as I grab his wrist and smile up at him. He must know exactly what I'm talking about because he lays down next to me and wraps his arms around me. It is at this moment that I take note of his bloody knuckles. "What happened to your knuckles?" I ask as I run my thumb over his hand.
"Well, let's just say that I didn't take you being in a coma very well." He chuckles as he flexes his hand. I roll my eyes at the boy.
"You are an idiot." I say as I snuggle closer to him.
"But I'm your idiot." He kisses my forehead and puts his head down.
"Much better." I say as I feel a peaceful sleep take over me. Don't forget what you will cause!