Newt's POV:

Lizzy's body was almost lifeless. Clint had finished bandaging up the girl and a blanket covered her still shaking body.

"Do you think she'll live?" Newt asked.

"Yeah. Yeah, she will."

"I really hope so," Newt sighed and left the room. Alby was awake, and it was time he talked to his best friend. Kneeling down to his best friend's level, he put a hand on Alby's shoulder and said, "Alby? Alby? It's me. Newt."

"I want to speak with Thomas," he replied in a cold, empty voice.

"What? But…" Newt frowned, his brow furrowing.

"I said that I wanted to speak with Thomas! Get him! Now!" his best friend roared. Newt was exhausted. He wanted to know why he was in the Glade? And he wanted to see Lizzy alive more than anything. But he did what his best friend asked him to do. Newt got up and went to look for Thomas.

Lizzy's POV:

Ava was distraught and her face was covered with bruises but her bun was still in it's perfect uniform shape, and a white lab coat was slipped over her shoulders. I almost smirked.

"The bitch lives, huh?" Lizzy growled. Ropes tied her to a chair and despite all her squirming, she couldn't get out of her bonds.

"I have done everything for you and your family, Elizabeth. I thought you could at least be civil and respect me for that. I guess I was wrong."

"Or maybe, you're not as smart as you thought you were," Lizzy spat. Ava narrowed her eyes but did nothing. She pressed a button and a guard came in.

"Take her away. When she's ready to talk like a civilized being, you can bring her back," Ava informed the guard and turned towards her computer. While the guard untied her and started to take her out of the room, Lizzy started yelling.

"Civilized? Like you are, you self-centered ugly ass bitch! You say WICKED is good! You told me and everyone else that we are doing is good! It's not! WICKED IS NOT GOOD! IT'S BAD!"

I woke up for what seemed like the thousandth time with sweat on my forehead and my body cold and shaking. Clint held out a glass of water, and I chugged its contents down. I tossed the cup to the side, breathing heavily, my chest heaving.

"How do you feel?" Clint bent forward, concern in his eyes.

I leaned back and closed my eyes. "Like a pile of klunk." He laughed, and I opened my eyes. I smiled.

"How's everything?" I asked after putting on my shoes.

"You've only been asleep for a couple of hours," Clint shrugged and handed me a couple of pills.

"This will help with the pain," Clint said. "Come back in a couple of hours for a new bandage, and don't over exert yourself, Lizzy."

"Alright. Thanks, Clint," I smiled and squeezed his shoulder. He nodded his head and smiled back. Before I left the Med-hut, Clint stopped me and said, "Go find him. He's been so stressed out these past few days and seeing you will ease his pain."

"Who?" I said, already knowing the answer.

"You know who."

I ran into the Homestead, dashing past discarded boxes and several boys, until I found the person I was looking for. "Newt!" I cried and dashed forward into his arms. He chuckled and hugged me, a hand on my back and another resting on my hair.

"Lizzy," he whispered. I pulled away from him and smiled.

"Shouldn't you be resting? How are you? Lizzy?! I thought you were going to die!" Newt stuttered, his hands resting on my shoulders. I smiled again and laughed.

"I'm okay, Newt. I'm okay."

"You sure?" Newt said with concern. I nodded and hugged him again.

"I'm okay."

Minho continued to study his maps and papers despite me trying to talk to him. After a while, I decided to pinch him.

"Hey! What was that for, you shank!"

"Listen to me," I rolled my eyes and sat on the table. "I think I should be allowed back in the Maze." Minho finally looked up at me and frowned.

He walked towards me and crossed his arms over his chest, "Like hell you are."

"Excuse me?" I raised my eyebrows and glared at me. "You aren't the boss of me."

Minho turned around and glared down at me, "Oh, really. Who is Keeper of the Runners? Me. Who picks the Runners? Me. So yes. I am the boss of you." And before I knew what I was doing, I grabbed Minho's shirt and punched him in the face. Without another word, I stomped out of the Runner's hut without looking back.

Hey Guys! Hope you enjoy this chapter! I'm working on a new story, also relating to the Maze Runner. Let me know if you guys think I should post it now or after I'm done with Gone. Thanks!