Minho entered the hut to the sound of panicked whispers and pain-filled moans.

"What's going on?" he asked as he moved beside his friend.

Newt murmured in delirium, head moving side to side as he lay on the cot.

"Y'see, the thing is…" Clint started, rubbing the back of his neck.

"We've never, um...well…" Jeff trailed off as well, not moving Minho's eye.

"What?" Minho demanded.

"We've never set a broken bone before. Certainly not one this bad." Jeff was very interested in drumming his fingers on the table beside him.

"You don't know how to fix this?" Minho asked incredulously.

"Hey, we got our jobs the same way you got yours. Just 'cause we knew how to tie a tourniquet doesn't mean we're doctors."

"But-but-but...you can try, right?"

Clint took a deep breath. "We'll try. But there's a good chance…"

"What?"

"Never mind." Clint said quietly.

"WHAT?!" Minho gripped the Medjack by the collar and shook him slightly.

"Minho!" It was the first time Alby had spoken, standing stoically by the door with his arms crossed.

Slowly, Minho released Clint, and stepped backwards, not meeting anyone's eyes, quietly apologizing.

"Mee...no."

"Newt!"

All 4 boys rushed to his side, Clint and Jeff checking the cut on his head and his pulse, Alby hovering behind Minho.

"How do you feel?"

"Hurts." Newt moaned. His eyes were squeezed shut against the pain.

"Listen, Newt, they gotta put your leg back right, okay? You gotta be strong."

"No!" Newt's eyes shot open with panic. "No, don't! Please don't!"

"Go get Gally and Coper." Alby said to Jeff, his voice devoid of emotion. Jeff nodded, and took off, yelling for the requested builders. He returned moments later, the other 2 Gladers in tow.

"Hold him down." Alby said gruffly, and Minho's heart broke a little as he took his spot beside Newt's shoulder, the other Gladers assembling beside various limbs.

"No! DON'T! Please! No!" Newt's screams rose in panic, as he knew what was about to happen.

"Can't you give him something to knock him out or something?" Minho asked hysterically.

Jeff shook his head. "Not with a head wound. He might not wake up. Give him a stick."

Gally placed the stick delicately between Newt's teeth, and the Brit's eyes widened as he bit down on the wood.

"Okay. Here we go." Jeff moved cautiously to the end of the cot, and placed a hand on the injured foot, rotating it slightly.

The scream Newt let out was inhuman.

Minho could feel tears spring to his eyes, blurring his vision, and he focused on Newt's arm, his hand whiteknuckling the blanket. He couldn't watch the process of setting the bone, and he couldn't look at Newt's anguished face.

"Clint, help me with this." The other Medjack rushed around to the end of the cot, and took a position beside Jeff.

Minho couldn't watch.

But he knew each time something was touched or moved, by the sickening crack or crunch of bone, or the loudest, most agony filled scream he had ever heard in his life.

Suddenly, the screams fell silent, and Newt's head flopped back down on the pillow, the stick falling out of his mouth.

"Is he okay?"

"He just passed out."

"C'mon. Let the Medjacks finish." Alby gestured the other Gladers out of the hut, wrapping a comforting arm around Minho's shoulder.

Minho shrugged off Alby's arm, and stalked away to the homestead, wiping unshed tears out of his eyes. He could still hear the wailing ringing in his ears. He approached Newt's hammock, wanting to bring him a better blanket. The Asian boy pulled the comforter off his friend's bed, slinging it over his shoulder, when he accidently knocked a rock off of the turned up crate that Newt used as his bedside table.

"Whoops," Minho muttered, and bent to pick it up, when he noticed something that was lying beneath it, a seed packet that had fluttered to the ground.

Suddenly Minho noticed something.

There was writing on it.

A note.

Minho would be a good Keeper of the Runners.

"The shuck?" Minho said under his breath. He read the note again and again, trying to make sense of it. Newt must have written this before the accident. How would he know he would be attacked by Grievers? And this...this sounded like he expected to die.

Sudden realization hit Minho with the same force as the Maze doors closing.

"No."

He couldn't have.

Minho read the note again.

"He...he…" he stammered, dropping the seed packet to the ground, watching it float slowly to the grass. Minho staggered backwards, dropping onto the ground, utter bewilderment overwhelming him. His mind propelled him backwards in time, back to the scene of Newt laying broken on the floor, at the foot of a huge wall...

"Minho?"

Minho didn't need to look to know the voice, and Alby dropped to his knees beside him. "You okay? You looked really shook up, I guess it must have been overwhelming."

"Newt...he...he tried to…" Minho couldn't even finish the sentence.

"What?"

"Read that." he gestured to the seed packet laying sinisterly away from them.

Alby's eyes roved over the note, and his face dropped suddenly.

"This means-"

"I know."

They were consumed in utter silence.

"I never knew."

"Me neither."

"How could he- I mean, how could he even think-" Minho stood up abruptly. "That dumb shank."

"Where are you going?" Alby stood up as well.

"I have to talk to him." Minho's voice had an unnatural lilt of anger in it.

"Minho…" Alby said warningly, an uncertain expression on his face.

But the Asian boy ignored him, and stormed in the direction of the Medical Hut. He was about to throw the door open, when Jeff stepped out, causing both of them to jump. Minho was about to brush by him, when he noticed Jeff's solemn expression.

"What's wrong?" his tone was forced, rushed and breathless.

Jeff shook his head. "It was a bad break, Minho. We've done all we can do."

"What does that mean?"

"I gotta talk to Clint." Jeff walked past Minho, not looking back, tension evident in his back.

Minho stood, shell shocked, for a minute at the door, before shaking himself mentally, and going in.

Newt was laying fast asleep on the cot, his eyes fluttering slightly as he dreamed. Minho slammed the door behind him, shutting with a bang on the wooden walls, and Newt awoke with a start, groaning as he got over the initial shock.

"You're awake." Minho said roughly, and stalked over aggressively to the side of his friend's bed.

Newt's face remained scrunched with pain, his hand resting on his forehead, but his eyes were wide with shock.

"So. You think you were just going to end it?"

Newt let out a deep sigh, and turned his head so it was looking at the wall.

"Don't you dare shucking turn away from me." Minho's voice was low and dripping with venom. "What the hell is this?!" he shook the seed packet in front of Newt's face.

"You...weren't...supposed to find that...until I...was gone." Newt hissed, his teeth clenched.

"And what the hell does that mean? You were just going to take the coward's way out? Huh? Just going to give up?"

Newt didn't answer, just stared stone-faced at the adjacent wall.

"It wasn't the Grievers. You jumped."

When he got no reply, Minho's face twisted more with fury and disgust. "You complete shithead. I can't believe it. I never thought you were a coward. That you'd give up. I thought you were stronger than that. Well you're not. You're weak."

"Go away." Newt's voice was small under the blanket.

"What?"

"GO AWAY!" Newt screamed as he threw himself upwards. "Get out of here!" He picked up the object nearest to him, a glass sitting on his nightstand, and hurled it at Minho, who ducked, and it shattered against the door. Newt buried his head back in his blankets. "Please leave." he said, his voice muffled from the covers and choked back sobs.

Minho shook his head one more time, shooting his former best friend the middle finger, before slamming the door on his way out, leaving Newt crying alone on his bed.