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The problem is, you don't exactly know where that is.

No no no, not again, you think to yourself in a panic. You try to stay calm, reminding yourself that you have a whole day to get back to the Glade, but you still feel dread creeping in. You have nothing to worry about; you've now survived three nights in the Maze, doing it again shouldn't be a problem.

Newts POV (TW—suicide)

She still isn't back yet.

I stand at the doors, like I have been all day, refusing to move until she returns. Although, a part of me thinks she might not return.

Minho and Tommy arrived almost two hours ago, explaining how Y/N ran off after telling them what to do and not to do. If she was split up, there's no saying if she survived or not. But she has to. I need her to.

I've gotten my plan in order if she doesn't come back, because there's no reason to live without her. There's plenty of pills in the Medjack hut, if I take enough I could die almost painlessly. Or at least, I hope it's painless, I don't really know.

But hopefully it won't come to that. Because
Y/N will make it back. I know she will.

Your POV

You continue to jog through the Maze, trying to remain calm although panic creeps into you with every passing hour. The sun is almost directly above you now, and the fear of being trapped here another night is overwhelming. You're not exactly afraid of being trapped here—you can survive a night in the Maze easily, but you don't want the boys to think your dead.

Especially Newt, he must be so panicked right now, afraid you won't return, and that thought makes you run faster, whipping around each corner. But you don't have any water left and you never brought food to begin with, and your stomach sounds like it's the battleground of WWII.

But eventually, as the sky turns orange with the setting sun, you see the doors to the Glade. You cheer to yourself as you run, then slow to a stroll as you step through the doors. The orangey gold light floods over your face and warms you and you smile.

"Holy shuck", someone calls and people flood in around you—but there's a lot of people missing— as you pant.

"Miss me boys?", you grin, and scan the crowd for Newt, but you don't see him, and your smile fades.

"I didn't really miss you, but someone sure did", Gally says, but his voice isn't joking.

"What do you mean?", you question, matching his grave tone.

He just gestures for you to follow him and he leads you to the Medjack hut. You walk a few feet behind him and your heart sinks into your stomach; you can already guess who's behind that door.

Newt lays unconscious on the bed, his lips a blueish purple and a slight foam dripping from the corner of his mouth. For a moment your heart stops, until you see the slow rising and falling of his chest.

You sit by the bed and grasp Newts hand in yours, your eyes stinging slightly, but you blink back the tears.

"What happened?", your triumphant return was so quickly shattered.

Nobody answers for a while.

"After you didn't come back, Newt snuck in here and downed a bottle of aspirin", Minho explains sadly.

Your heart shatters and the broken shards stab your insides, cutting you open from the inside out. This is your fault. You took your sweet time to come back and your delay almost cost Newt his life.

"Is he gonna be okay?", your voice quavers as tears finally stream down your face. You usually hate showing emotion in front of other people but right now you didn't have the energy to care.

"We don't know. There's nothing we can really do for him with our supplies", Jeff shrugs, almost too casually.

"Then send a note in the Box. Do something", you demand and your voice rises as you stand, releasing Newts hand to turn and glare at them.

"The Box hasn't gone down since the girl arrived", Thomas says.

After an awkward amount of time with you standing silently whilst crying, the boys clear their throats and exit; Minho gives you a sad pat on the shoulder.

You turn back to Newt and pull up a chair. You refuse to leave his side, not until he wakes up—and he will wake up. He needs to. Because you need him, and he needs you. You two are essential for each other, like oxygen to a flame.
You are connected.

A/N— hola. So I'm trying to connect the plot of book and the movie, so it may get a little confusing but I'm confusing so ya!
I've been really depresso espresso this week so that reflects in my writing, so when I'm sad imma make you sad too.

"If I can't make people smile, then I'll make them cry" (if you understand this quote then I love you)

Also I know I said I would post every Friday but I finished early and didn't want to wait. So I'll probably update twice a week, Wednesday and Saturday I was thinking....

Anyways, sorry, and thank you very much

—A3