After Minho's departure from Glade Grove, Lynn was anything but her normal self.
The morning after their final night together, Lynn awoke to the early morning sun and a headache.
Her brain was vibrating in her skull, her hazel eyes squinted shut as she bolted up in bed. The sunlight vanished from her room, the curtains turning into a black abyss as soon as she opened her eyes again. Two shadowy figures had entered her room, standing at the front of her bed with hoods drawn over their faces. Lynn's breathing became quick, her heart pounding inside her chest.
She scrambled to get out of bed, struggling to get the covers off her body. The second her feet touched the floor, she bolted towards the door, twisting around the dark shadowy figures flinging the door open, getting out of her room and into the hallway. The tips of Lynn's toes caught themselves on the carpet, making her fall face first into the red carpet of the hall. Quickly getting to her feet, she continued to runway from her room, sprinting towards Newt's room.
Lynn bounded down the hallway, her feet thumping against the carpeted floor trying to reach her brother's room before the shadow figures followed her. With a brisk turn of her head whilst running, Lynn saw that the figures were indeed on her tail, coming after her at a fleeting speed.
When she reached her brother's bedroom door, her fist immediately pounded on the wood, wanting Newt to open the door before the shadow figures came for her. Lynn's hands were shaking as she desperately knocked on the door, her headache growing greater and greater each time her fist hit the door.
The bedroom door swung open in a matter of seconds, Newt appearing in the doorway. Lynn threw her arms around her brother's torso, burying her head in his chest as her screams finally left her mouth, tears pouring out from her murky hazel eyes. Newt wrapped his arms around his sister's trembling frame, resting his cheek on top of her head.
It had been awhile since one of these episodes have happened, Lynn rarely ever had them in the first place. But Newt didn't know how The Flare could fully take over her mind like this, she did take The Bliss last night and had been keeping track of taking it three times a day.
But here his sister was, crying/screaming into his chest about figures that weren't there. That only meant one thing, her brain was beginning to degrade, beginning to fully give in to the insanity.
"The figures are following me, Newt!" Lynn sobbed, her tiny fists clutching her brother's shirt. "Please make them go away! Please!"
Newt rubbed slow circles on his sister's back, doing his best to calm her down. Her violent sobs still continued throughout his tries to soothe her, pressing a long kiss to her forehead. Lynn was hot to the touch, her forehead sweltering.
After ten minutes of Lynn's nonstop crying, her sobs had gone down to hiccups, but her head remained the same temperature.
"Lynn you're burning up." Newt said, pushing away a piece of her hair behind her ear. "How 'bout you go take your medicine and we can spend the whole day in the gardens, just you and I. Sound good?"
Lynn nodded her head in agreement, sniffling and wiping the stray tears from her cheeks. "That sounds good."
She retracted her arms from Newt's torso, heading back towards her bedroom with cautious footsteps, as if she thought the haunting figures were still following her. She turned around, her hands playing her nightgown. "Would you mind walking me back to my room? You know, j-just in case the-"
"Of course, Lynn." Newt walked up to his sister, resting a hand between her shoulder blades as he came up beside her, guiding her back to her bedroom.
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