"Just let her rest."

"I don't know what I'm going to do. Clint, what if she tries to…what if she's like me? Maria, Rosa, and now Ben?"

"She's strong, Newt. Don't worry."

"I can't live without her, Clint. I would've been find with her being with Ben, but if she's gone for good…I don't think I'll be able to live with myself."

"It's not your fault, Newt."

"No. But I promised to myself that I'd keep her safe."

"Just let her rest."

I woke up feeling like shit. I was wrapped up in a sleeping bag and was lying on one of the beds in the Med-hut; there was a cold cloth on my forehead.

"Ugh," I moaned and sat up. "Newt?" I raised my eyebrows when I saw the blonde sitting in a chair next to my bed with a very concerned expression.

"Lizzy!" He yelped and rushed forward to embrace me.

"What…Newt! Where's Ben?" I yelped and wiggled free from the sleeping bag.

"He's up there," Newt gave me a weak smile and handed me a pair of new clothes and my shoes. "You should change first. You look like klunk." Rolling my eyes, I shooed Newt out of the Med-hut so I could change into my new clothes. I almost gasped when I realized that I was wearing one of Newt's shirts. Deciding to change later, I slipped my shoes on, put my hair in a tight bun, and called for Newt.

"I want to see him," I said and crossed my arms.

Newt scratched the back of his head and frowned, "That's not a good idea, Lizzy."

"I wasn't exactly asking for your permission," I growled and pushed past him to the creaky set of stairs leading to the second floor, where they kept victims of Grievers. Those that were still alive, or going through the Changing. Newt said nothing but followed me up the stairs. Without a moment of hesitation, I shoved open the door to see Minho and Alby surrounding a bed. On it, writhing and moaning was Ben.

"Ben," I whispered as tears started to flow. I stepped into the room and approached the bed.

"Lizzy," Minho whispered and sighed. But the Ben on the bed was not the Ben that I knew and loved so much. The Ben on the bed was twisted and pale and grotesque with his chest bare. The Ben she knew was bright and healthy and loving and alive. Gasping, my eyes took in the sickly green veins on his body that went across him like a spider's web. Bruises and scratches covered him and his eyes were bloodshot. No. This was not the Ben that I knew. The Grievers had taken him away from me. No. WICKED had taken him away from me, just like they had taken away Maria and Rosa.

"Ben," I sobbed and fell to the floor, crying. Newt wrapped me in his arms and rocked me back and forth. "No…no…this is all my fault…all my fault. Ben. I'm so sorry…what…WICKED…no…I'm so sorry Ben. Please come back. I didn't…No…" I wailed in Newt's arms.

"Sh," Newt whispered as he held me.

"Ben," I cried as I finally crumbled against Newt and closed my eyes.

"Newt?" I whispered.

"Yeah, sweet heart," Newt grinned and kissed the top of my head.

"What do you think would've happened if the flare hadn't spread? Would we be together?" I asked and rested my head on his shoulder and squeezed his hand.

He laughed, "Of course, Liz. My mum used to tell me that if two people were meant to be together, they'll meet again, no matter what." I laughed and kissed his cheek.

"That's sweet," I smiled and sighed.

"Lizzy," Newt's tone was serious as he turned to face me.

"Yeah?"

"I think I love you," Newt smiled and hugged me.

"Gosh, Newt. I think…I think I love you too."

Another dream...

Thomas sat at his desk, muttering and whispering to Teresa who was sitting next to him, poised and beautiful as always. I wasn't jealous of her though. She always seemed sad, distant, and way too stiff. But I did have to admit that she was stunning with her beautiful dark hair and pale skin.

"Thomas?" I called and pulled up a chair next to him.

"Hi," he smiled.

"Tell Ava that Newt and I are taking a break, okay? Thanks bud," I grinned and stood up.

Thomas shrugged and nodded, "Anything for you, Lizzy." Rolling my eyes, I walked away and burst into a smile when I saw Newt.

"Hey beautiful," Newt said and swung me up into his arms.

And another dream...

"Ben?" I sniffled.

"Yeah," he smiled and patted my hand.

"I can't lose my best friend," I started to cry and hugged him.

"You won't, Lizzy," Ben whispered and stroked my hair. "You won't. I promise you that."

"Goodbye, Ben," I pulled away. "Be careful in the Maze."

"I will. I promise. Goodbye, Lizzy."

I know. This was really short. And super late. Sorry guys! I had tons of homework this week, but I promise I'll update either tonight or tomorrow.