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Chapter 21

Two days more have passed and Julia, though she would not say anything, was feeling worse and worse with every step she took. If this wasn't enough they'd run out of water few hours ago. When they first left the WCKD's base she was fine, but it was probably because of medicine that was still pumping through her body and of course the bloody adrenaline.

Newt rarely left her side. He knew she was not in her best form, but he did not mention anything, waiting for her to come around with the topic.

Yet, he stopped in his tracks, when he noticed she was trembling. It was scorching, and she was trembling?

"Love," He lightly grabbed her arm. "Are you alright?" She looked at him with the pale skin and eyes, usually sapphire, were now light blue – almost white. She sent a soft smile his way, which could also be seen as weak.

"Yeah, why?" She sounded tired, though Newt was sure she was trying hard not to let it show.

"You're trembling." His voice filled with concern draw attention of the rest of the group.

"Wait what?" She heard Minho squeak. He turned back on his heels and walked up to them. The rest turned, too but did not move.

"Look how bloody pale she is." Newt said to Minho and Julia suddenly felt slightly uncomfortable as the two shanks started talking about her condition. Yes, she did feel like a peace of klunk, but she did not want to make such fuss about it. They still had a long distance ahead of them and the faster they moved on the quicker they would make it.

She argued with them for a while, urging for them to drop it, but they ignored her. Then out of nowhere Minho's eyes shone with mischief.

"Don't get jealous." He told Newt and picked me up suddenly, throwing me over his shoulder. Julia felt her cheeks go red for the first time in a really long time. To her surprise Newt followed close behind with a small smirk on his face. She decided not to engage in another fight. She didn't have energy for it anyway.

When she opened her eyes again, not sure if she had fallen asleep or not, she saw Thomas at Newt's side. She couldn't hear what they were talking about no matter how hard she tried. But Newt looked relaxed, and that's what mattered the most. He looked up at her, and a beam appeared on his face.

Another time she opened her eyes sand was glued to her face and she felt warm from another body pressed tightly against her. She sighed, when she realised it was Newt, and then she felt him move against her.

"Love, you awake?" He whispered into her ear.

"Mhm…" She mumbled. She felt his body separate slightly from hers as he sat up. Julia turned around to face him.

"You scared us." Julia frowned not understanding what he meant. She asked him about it right away and he answered that they doubted she breathed anymore at some points. "Are feeling okay?" She nodded.

"Weak and exhausted, but I'm alright." She said with a light smile, but he did not return it. He looked at her concerned as his hand traced her cheek carefully and tenderly as if he was afraid she'd break under his touch. "Please, don't worry too much about me."

"How do you bloody expect me to do that?" He said, but the sentence carried no anger what's so ever. She searched for his eyes, but he would avoid her glare. "I'm just… I'm scared I will lose you again. I can't have that."

She helped herself up using her arm, with the other one she put her hand at the side of his hade and her fingers began playing with his hair. Their eyes met when her hand made its way down slowly and rested on his cheek. They held onto each other unable to tear their eyes off.

"You won't. I swear you are never to be rid of me, my love." She said the last part teasingly, but filled with so much pure love as the whole sentence.

"And I swear," He said, his eyes shone in the dark of the night with the spark, which lately was already there. "Neither are you." He stopped as they faces got closer. "I bloody love you." As the words left his mouth they lips met in slow, sweet kiss.

"I bloody love you, too, Newt." Julia said when they parted, but immediately went in for another kiss. When he licked her lower-lip she parted her lips and their tongues met halfway.

"That's one shanky sight to wake up to." They turned to the side the voice came from.

Minho, of course. Julia thought as Newt sighed. "You know it could have been much worse, don't you?" Newt tried to hide his embarrassment with the joke.

"Oh, no!" Minho yelped. "It's in my head now." He cried. "You shuck, what did I do to ya to deserve this?" He shook his head as if he was trying to get the imagine out of his brain.

Julia giggled at the view and Minho's attention focused on her.

"I guess it means you're feeling better, slinthead." He said, but looked for confirmation on her face. She nodded.

"Yes. Thanks for caring me by the way."

"If you want to repay me, please, don't ever make me watch that again." He pointed the space between Julia and Newt as he referred to the kiss the two had just shared.

"Oh, don't be such a baby, Minho. We weren't doing anything wrong." Julia tried to explain him that showing some affection to one another for quiet healthy now.

"Oh, that's how it starts." Newt shared a look with Julia. "Oh, no! Stop!" Minho ordered. "I don't wanna know."

"Then you better bloody go back to sleep, shank." Newt said, and placed a quick peck to the corner of Julia's mouth. She giggled as Minho groaned and turned to his trying to ignore the pair.

Sometime later they fell asleep again, not for long, though. Soon enough Thomas woke them up and told them to run. The storm was coming their way, so everyone was up in seconds.

Julia looked at Newt, nodding at him to let him know she can run on her own. In fact she was more worried about him and his limp. But as they began running he seemed to carry himself quiet good. She wondered if it was because of adrenaline or if he just got used to the pain that accompanied his every step.

The thought made Julia shiver, but she did not slow down. She had no idea where she got the energy to move her legs. I'd bet a night in a pit for the shucking adrenaline.

They were almost inside when they heard a thunder behind them and a piercing scream filled the atmosphere. She turned around and felt the breath catch in her throat. Minho was lying on the ground on his stomach and he wasn't moving.

We almost made it. An angry, irritated and distraught thought ran through her head. She stopped in her tracks. She felt numb.

Thomas, Newt and Fry were by his side seconds later, screaming at him to get up. Fry and Thomas began carrying him, meanwhile, Newt caught up to Julia. He caught her by her arms and yelled something but she could hear none of that. When she gave no response he took her hand and practically dragged her with him. They'd entered the house just before guys did.

Minho laid on the table as they tried to wake him up. Julia stood with the rest, but her eyes, unlike others, were closed. She failed him. If Minho was dead… Then it would mean she failed Nicole twice.