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Stupid Greenie.
Even after Newt had told him not to, Thomas had run into the maze, just as the doors shut. Now, Newt would have to live with his death. He would have to live with all their deaths, because he wasn't fast enough.
Stupid leg.
Stupid Grievers for even stinging Alby in the first place. Without the serum, Alby would die. And the Grievers would get Thomas and Minho.
Minho. Newt realized with a shudder.
How was Newt supposed to live without Minho? The boy had been there for him at his darkest moments. Now, Newt tried not to think about the Grievers getting him.
Newt tried not to think at all. But he did. He found himself sitting in front of the door all night, waiting for it to open, hoping against hope that maybe one of them would make it.
His leg ached from running earlier, a constant reminder of his inability to save his friends.
But what could Newt do? It was against the rules to send anyone out after them. And they'd likely be dead by morning.
Stupid rules.
Newt was gathering a list of everything he hated right now. And the first thing on that list was himself. He had failed them.
Newt curled up in the grass, arms wrapped tightly around himself. No one had bothered him since he had started his midnight vigil. No one wanted to interrupt his grief, but they were all thinking the same thing. Minho. Alby. Thomas. They were all as good as dead.
Stupid Grievers.
If only Newt had gone out there instead of Alby. Alby would have lived and he could have convinced Minho to leave him behind.
That thought stuck in his mind more than he'd like to admit, haunting him as the moon moved across the sky.
But what now?
They wouldn't make it. And Newt would have to move on eventually, if he even could.
He would be in charge. That's what. With Alby dead, he was the most viable option.
That made Newt feel even worse. Alby was dead and Newt would have to take his job.
Unsure when he fell asleep, Newt awoke to the loud screeching of the walls opening. He jumped to his feet, wiping his face, which was covered in dried tears he hadn't noticed the night before.
And what Newt saw, completely stunned him. Minho. Thomas. Alive. But where was Alby? Newt's mind raced, relieved yet frightened all at the same time. If he had any less self control, he would have tackled Minho in a hug right there.
But instead, he kept calm. He got them inside and had someone cut down Alby, who Thomas had apparently tied to the wall. Newt would never admit it to the boy's face, but it was a smart plan.
Newt finally sat down to breathe. The last day had been overwhelming and stressful. Alby, Minho, and Thomas were all with the med-jacks. Newt still had work to do though. Now he had to clean up the mess Thomas had made by breaking the rules.
Stupid Greenie.