Hi all
This one is an Alby P.O.V
Alby P.O.V
As I watch Newt jog away, I wonder. He's been getting sullen and distant whenever he thinks that no one is looking. Whenever I can't sleep I heat him mumbling to himself. This morning something seemed off. There was almost finality to his look around the Glade, as though he's never coming back.
For the rest of the day I put Newt out of my mind, until the others come back. As they head to the map room it falls into place. Newt isn't with them. I ask Minho if he's seen him and when Minho replies no, I run.
Once I'm in the maze I find the ivy, Minho told me that this was how the runners remember their path. The entire run I try to convince myself that Newts fine and I'll bash into him at any second and he'll tell me that I worry too much. Then I turn the final corner.
Newt lies there, half conscious and muttering to himself. I can't make out any words but I don't think they're directed at me. His leg is twisted beneath him in such a way that I know it's broken. He's bleeding out of his head, arms, legs and his shirt is wet with blood from his torso.
I don't know if I can save his life but I swear to myself that I will try.
He groans as I lift him and something falls into place. The only way he could suffer such injuries is if he fell from a wall. Or jumped.
By the time I get back to the Glade, I fear that it's too late. His hair is so matted with blood that I can't see the original blonde. I feel how limp he is and if he wasn't mumbling I would worry that it's already too late.
Clint gently takes him away from me and towards the homestead, where the Glades meager supply of medical tools are kept. Everyone crowds around me. The slintheads like Gally scream about the rules that I broke while everyone else asks what happened.
After twenty minutes I have subdued the Gladers enough for Clint to tell everyone the results. "He's got a severe concussion, maybe permanent damage, and his leg may be broken irreparably. "Alby" he says, "I need you to tell me what happened." So we leave and I tell him everything.
I tell him how I found him and I tell him my suspicions that he did it to himself.
For the next three days Newt stays dead to the world. Only the fact that he's breathing stops the bangers from digging his grave.
On the fourth day, Clint comes to tell me that he's mumbling in his sleep. Despite Clint telling me that there are no real words, I run to see my friend.
If possible, Newt looks worse than before. No ones washed the blood out of his hair and it's clear where the med jacks have tried to bandage the wound. Despite the splint, it's clear that his leg's broken. Bandages cover his entire body. It's clear by his mumbling that something's wrong.
All I can get is "mmmmmzzzzzzzzyyyyyyyyyyyyy, nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnmmmmmmmmm" Despite this I stay for a good hour.
Just before I leave, Newt says something, quite, but clear. "No, Marie, don't leave me." At first I think he's talking to me. Then a voice so quite that I almost think that it's the wind though the window answers. "I will always be here Newt. You may not see me but I'll always be right here with you."
What do you guys think? If you want me to continue then tell me. Otherwise I'll just write a Newt passed out P.O.V and a wake up chapter. Then I'll finish up.