Disclaimer: I do not own The Maze Runner Trilogy. All characters belong to that evil genius called James Dashner except my OC, Tara.

—Chapter 21—

Newt

"I can't bear seeing her like this anymore Minho, Clint even said she might not survive." he said as he wiped the tears from his face.
It had been about one month since Tara got stung. Her screams were carried with the wind. Her endless writhing made Newt want to hold her in his arms again, but he knew she would never be the same. And the flicker of hope of her loving him had now extinguished. Surely she had loved someone before. Minho was about to go into the Maze that morning, but he came to check on Tara. Newt hadn't gone into the Maze for two weeks. He fell asleep sometimes on the chair and ate the forced meals Clint and Jeff provided him with. But other than that, and going to the toilet, he hadn't moved. How could he?
But he was losing hope, and he himself knew that slowly it would slip away.
"She won't survive Minho, she won't survive. The sting for some reason is affecting her way too much, the serum is only slowing down the affects, it'll reach her heart, soon."

"Dude, we can't lose hope, she'll live." Minho squeezed Newt's shoulders, but his words were empty. Newt knew that even Minho didn't believe she'd live, it was too obvious.

One more month had passed. Clint had started to give her an extra doze of Grief Serum. No one saw the point of this. She was going to die. Die. Newt would rather end her misery than see her like this, or he'd end his.
Alby forced him to start running into the Maze again. He compared the maps to the same day as last month. Exactly the same. He couldn't be alive anymore. He didn't want to. Besides, he had nothing to lose. Nothing at all. He was desperate, and he made up his mind.
He decided not to go check on Tara today, it would only wound his heart even more. Didn't even take his pen out when he ran into the Maze. He knew what he had to do.

W.I.C.K.E.D

"Get the lab technicians! The Psychs! The Grief Serum Brewers! Turn on the alarm! RIGHT NOW!" Janson yelled frantically as he watched A-5 climb the wall of ivy. How dumb he had been not to notice before. The boy had lost all hope, it was only a short time before he decided to kill himself.
Two months ago their Griever had stung Tara, after that, everything went wrong. Just wrong.
A-5's depression levels immediately increased and had been rising since. Of course, the serum didn't work well on Tara, first of all, she had been stung too close to the heart. Second, they had studied her blood before and the serum affects her poorly, their scientists were desperately trying to figure out why. Throughout the past week the Grief Serum Brewers had been working to upgrade the serum, only to react with Tara's body. They had finally succeeded. Today would be the day they sent it, but wouldn't it be too late?
Suddenly the Psychs and Brewers rushed in.
"Should we send it in?" one of them asked.
"Yes! Send the Serum in, but the boy, Psychs, the boy! He's going to jump!" Janson screamed.
They couldn't lose A-5, he was far too important for Thomas.

"We can't really do anything about it right now, but maybe the Physiology-" the Psych was cut short by a tall man who entered the room, he was the Chief Engineer.
"He won't die, might break a good amount of bones but from this height he won't die, move the walls without sound to guide the Keeper of the Runners there, I forgot his Subject number. That boy can take him back, and of course send in the serum." he informed in a deep voice.
The workers immediately did what they were told.

Jeff

"Ya think she's going to live?" he asked Clint.
"Maybe a couple more weeks, pitch in two more injections, maybe. But she'll probably die...yeah." Clint gulped. The heaviness of the last sentence weigh over them. It wasn't easy being a Med-jack. Bloody work. If Tara died, it would be their fault, or at least to them. They'd have to live with the guilt the rest of their lives. Suddenly the sirens blared, the Box would be coming with a whole new set of supplies. Which meant another box of Grief Serum.
"I'll go get our stuff." Jeff volunteered.
Clint simply nodded, they were hopeless.
He ran towards the Box where the other Keepers were taking their own supplies, Alby was helping out too. He had gone to check on Tara on many occasions. It was the first time Jeff actually saw the guy showing such genuine care for someone.
"How's she doing?" he asked.
Jeff shook his head as he lifted the somewhat heavy box labeled '9'. It was the one that came every week containing medical supplies.
He jogged back to the hut where Clint was waiting with the blade they used to cut open the box. They separated the smaller boxes inside and opened the one labeled 'Grief Serum'.
"What's this?" Clint asked as he picked up a vial which contained a liquid which was a different shade than the others.

"Let me see." Jeff said as he carefully took the glass vial in his fingers and rotated it. A tag was attached to one side of it written 'To treat Tara'.
"It's for Tara!" he yelped in excitement, there was a chance she wouldn't die after all. He quickly set his instruments and shot the injection after sanitizing Tara's wound, which was now just a deep black dot in the middle of the purple and blue branches that spread through her body. He glanced at Clint who was holding his breath.
Then she gasped and bolted upright. She was alive.

—Author's Notes—

Sorry guys, ya know, for not updating for so long, I suppose I haven't updated for four days? Three days? Gosh, I'm so busy I can't remember when I last updated.

Okay so. . . I watched The Death Cure movie and Oh My God! It was amazing but. . .

WARNING: SPOILERS IF READER HAS NOT WATCHED THE DEATH CURE MOVIE AND DOES NOT WISH TO KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT IT.

Yep, you guessed it *sniffles*. HE DIED. NEWT DIED. THE ANGEL HAS DIED. THE GLUE HAD DRIED.*bawls*

Just reliving page 250 all over again, I mean, I should've known better than to even hope for him surviving. James Dashner said he loved the movie and DUH, if he loved it it means all the characters that he killed died absolutely the way he wished for.

Dang that man is evil.

Farewell my fellow readers who want to kill Dashner(also known as Satan's BFF) and have cried for Newt as much as I have.