Sonder - Newt TMR

Thomas, Newt, the two med-jacks, Teresa, and I crowded into Alby's room.

He was getting worse by the hour.

He was groaning and almost gargling.

All of the muscles seemed to bulge out, as he struggled to break free from his restraints.

"Hey, Alby." Thomas bent down at his side.

Alby's eyes shot open.

One of his hands broke free from the restraints, and he grabbed Thomas by the neck of his shirt.

"You shouldn't be here!" Alby screamed in his face.

Everyone pulled with all of their might, to get Thomas out of Alby's grip.

I quickly handed Teresa the syringe.

Without blinking an eye, she stuck it into Alby's chest, and injected the serum quickly.

Alby let out a breath of relief, as his body relaxed, and he went into a state of sleep.

"From now on, someone watches him around the clock." Newt ordered at Clint at Jeff.

The two nodded their heads, as they began retightening Alby's restraints.

Newt, Thomas, Teresa, and I stepped out into the hallway to give them some space.

"Let's hope that works." Newt sighed.

"Hey, Teresa," I said turning towards her, "I'm-"

"Thomas told me who you were," she responded quickly cutting me off, "how come you don't have a shirt on?"

I looked down and realized in the rush I never put my shirt back on.

I was in my bra, wrapping, and my pants.

"Sorry about that." I said, as Newt put his arm in front of me, pushing me behind him.

"Teresa, Tommy here will help you find Chuck. The two of them will give you the run down of everything." Newt told the two of them.

"Alright." Thomas said, and the two of them left.

Newt went back into the room I was in before, grabbing my shirt for me.

"Let's get you back to your room. You've got to rest for a while." Newt said, as he helped me put my shirt back on.

Newt walked by my side, as we made our way to the homestead and up to my room. 

"Newt, I believe you have something of mine." I turned to him as we walked in through the door. 

Newt smiled, as he leaned against the door frame. 

"Oh, yeah?" He chuckled. 

"Yeah, I want my knife back." I said back. 

"If I'm correct, you left it in a table." Newt joked, as he reached into his back pocket and pulled it out. 

He held it out, almost taunting me with it. 

"You should be glad I didn't leave it in the back of someone's hand." I said back, as I grabbed it from him. 

I stuck it back in the sheath that sat across my waist, before I sat down on my bed. 

"Well, you can't threaten people with your knife to get them to listen." Newt told me. 

I rolled my eyes at him, as I grabbed my hair brush and began to comb through my snarled hair. 

"It worked didn't it? They don't listen if I take a softer approach." I scuffed. 

Newt ran his hand threw his hair and didn't say anything back. 

"Newt, what did Minho mean when he said 'Three years of hard work', earlier?" I suddenly asked him. 

Newt stopped and looked at me for a second. 

He cracked a large smile. 

"Time to get your rest, I'll come back and check on you later." Newt avoided my question, before walking away. 

Did he really think that I was going to listen?

Did he really think that I was going to lay down and waste the day away?

Hell no, these pills were working great. 

I might as well take advantage of it while they were still working. 

I walked over to my window and watched him walk through the Glade and become busy with his day. 

That's when I noticed Minho, Frypan, Zart, and Winston all walking in a group, and looking over their shoulders as they walked into the woods. 

Mhmmm they look like a group of people who are up to something. 

They look like a group of people who don't want to be followed. 

Sooo... I snuck out of the homestead. 

I followed them quietly through the woods, all the way to the map house, where they met Thomas.

"You guys ready?" Minho asked them. 

They all had packs and weapons with them. 

"Where do you boys think you're going?" I said, as I stood behind them. 

They all jumped at my voice, as they quickly turned around to face me. 

"Damn, how'd you sneak up on us like that?" Frypan asked me. 

"I followed you guys all the way from the Glade. Don't try to avoid my question." I told them. 

They all stood there quietly, as they looked around at each other. 

"Don't all answer at once." I spoke again. 

"We're going into the maze to check out that dead griever." Thomas said. 

All the other guys let out several groans at Thomas for telling me. 

"I'm coming with, then." I told them. 

"No, I just saw you all bandaged up by the med-jacks." Thomas argued. 

"Besides, Newt's number one rule is not to let you out in that maze." Winston spoke up. 

"And the Glade's number one rule is not to let any non runners into the maze, but here we are." I crossed my arms over my chest and smiled at them. 

Minho reached into the maze room and tossed me a runner pack. 

"Let's go, we are on a time crunch." Minho said, as he gave me a nod. 

We all followed Minho through the woods and out into the maze.