Lauren knows she will never forget the wave of happiness and relief she felt when Clint spoke out those words.
Newt is awake. He wants to talk to you.
He isn't dead. She hasn't poisoned him. She won't lose him again.
As soon as Clint has opened the Slammer door, she starts to run to the Homestead. She doesn't care if there are Gladers in her way or obstacles which almost make her fall; her legs keep running, as if her body wants to make sure that Newt is okay. She races upstairs. When she hurls into Newt's room, she sees him sitting there, unharmed, his face only a little pale, but as alive as possible. She flops down on the edge of the bed.
"You're... You're all right," she stutters. "Thank God, you're all right! I was so worried about you, and-"
"Lauren," Newt placates her. "Relax." Lauren exhales. Now that she has calmed down, a bunch of questions explode in her head. She doesn't hestitate for even a second to ask them.
"Did the serum work? Do you have your memories back? Do you know how to get out of here?"
Newt sighs; he seems tired, Lauren notices. When he starts to talk again, his voice is hoarse.
"I've got my memories back. Not all of them, only a few, about the time that I was at WICKED's headquarters. In one memory, the younger version of myself is eavesdropping two people who work there. They were talking about someone. His name was Thomas, and they said that he was the person who could help us escape." He coughs. "So we have to wait for him. If he doesn't come, we'll be stuck in here forever."
Lauren knows she should be disappointed, because it could last years before they will escape - if they ever can escape - but instead of that, she feels hope. There is something to hope for.
And in a sudden impulse, she walks over to Newt and hugs him.