I was honestly triple tasking when I wrote this chapter, so if it is completely horrible let me know so I can rewrite it. Anyway I hope you enjoy ;)

Nick's arms felt like noodles at this point. Sure, Newt wasn't the heaviest thing he has carried before, but he and Minho were running as fast as they could get with a 130 pound six foot boy slung in between them.

He heard Minho omit a heavy sigh "C'mon, Minho! We only have a little more... to go,"

"Nick," Minho's voice was filled with panic "let's just leave him. There is no way we are gonna make it a this rate,"

Nick ignored Minho and continued to jog.

Minho stopped jogging and let go of Newt which caused Nick's run to falter. He glared at Minho "Nick. Nick! Seriously. I am 100% serious,"

"Minho. Minho, seriously. I am 100% serious," Nick mocked Minho's tone "Now get your butt up and help me,"

Minho groaned with his teeth gritted together. He sounded like a whiny five year old.

After a few more minutes of steady jogging Nick looked over to Minho "Think you can pick up the pace, shuck-face?" When Minho gave a slight nod, they went from a slow jog to a run. It wasn't fast, but it wasn't slow either. It had gotten somewhat easier to run and support Newts weight at the same time.

There was a small spark of hope forming in Nick's chest. If they continue to run at this pace, they should make it back within a few minutes.

"Minho, don't give up!" He felt beads of sweat pooling on his forehead, he wasn't sure how these boys ran all day. "Were almost there,"

They abruptly turned the corner and entered the final corridor between The Glade and The Maze. Despite his exhaustion Nick felt his legs speed up, finally keeping up with Minho.

He threw himself into The Glade without hesitation; he didn't think they were going to make it back on time. Newt's body tumble to the ground after he and Minho let go.

"Minho. Go get Alby, and some water," Nick ordered. Minho rolled his eyes "Yes Sir. Whatever you say, Nick." His voice was dripping with sarcasm.

Nick turned his head with a huff to a group of boys nearest him. "Hey, shucks," he said calling loudly "go get the Med-jacks,"

A boy turned his head "But there in the mid-"

"I didn't ask what they were doing. I told you to get them. Now. Unless you have something more important to do, which I know you don't," he glared, still out of breath "Go. Get. ,"

He didn't want to leave Newt alone and he was too out of breath to move. He bent down over Newt, and took his pulse. He didn't know much about the body, but he did know he wasn't dead.

"Good Lord!" He turned around to see Alby and Minho running toward them. "What the shuck did you do?" Alby was practically yelling "What happened?" He stared down at Newts unconscious body "Someone better start talking right now, or I will banish both of you," he folded his arms glaring at them "And why did no one get the med-jacks?" He looked really crazy

"Alby, calm the shuck down!" Minho said "It won't do anyone any good to yell at anyone. And I do hope that our ever so clever leader, Nick had half a brain to get the med-jacks," he turned, raising and eyebrow at Nick questioningly

"I sent some kid to go get the med-jack's, slinthead. Now please be a darling and tell Alby and I what you did to Newt,"

"Well I was-" he was cut off with the loud sound of the walls of The Maze closing. He continued after it was over. "Well, as I was saying. I was-"

"Nick? Someone said you called for us. Said it was an emergency," Clint said jogging to them with Jeff close at his heels.

"Um, yeah. It's Newt. We don't know what the klunk happened to him, but he obviously needs help," Nick said

Jeff bent down taking his vitals and doing other medical stuff.

"Help me pick him up," Clint said, lifting him by the legs "Jeff, grab his arms,"

Minho was happy that the med-jacks weren't grilling him with questions like Nick and Alby had. When they left, Alby was back to grilling "Okay slinthead, tell me what happened,"

"Well. As I have been trying to say. I was running as usual, when I heard a scream,"

"Told you," He heard Nick mutter. Alby replied "shut up."

"I ran to the noise and it was Newt."

"Minho, I thought my instructions were clear. I told you to watch him" Alby's eyes blazed

"They were crystal clear... But you should know he can be very persuasive. And no matter what I did, I think all of us can agree that it wouldn't have worked,"

"Minho! What were you thinking? I don't know what happened to him, but he's unconscious. Minho what if it was a griever," Alby's face fell

"And it's kinda your fault," Nick muttered under his breath

"He was very persistent!" Minho shrieked as they followed where the Med-jacks went. "And I thought he would be fine!"

"When have I ever been wrong, Minho?" Alby asked rolling his eyes, a frown plastered to his face. 'Im always right,'

...-...-...-

"What do you think he did, Clint?" Jeff said looking down at Newt. They had bandaged his ankle, which was probably broken. When they had first saw it, it was purple with black splotched covering his pale skin. It also was twisted at a weird angle. Even Clint wanted to vomit at the sight of it, and he'd seen some of the worst things among The Gladers.

"I don't know. He could've tripped, hit his head or something," Clint said,cringing slightly

"Yeah but his head isn't damaged in any way, shape or form. I'm guessing that the pain from his aberration knocked him out."

"But how did he get that aberration?" Clint said, staring at Newts swollen ankle. He struggled to keep his food down

Jeff sighed "It could have been a griever, but then again, he would have been stung. I don't know. We'll just have to see what he says when he wakes up,"

Clint and Jeff sighed hopelessly, leaving the room to go find Minho and Alby

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