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“I love this!” I heard Minho call.
The Rat-man gave us fresh clothes to put on after we showered, which, as Minho obviously thought, was awesome. I thought so, too.
I felt so fresh and clean after I put on the new clothes. So did the others. Minho and Thomas were dancing. I laughed at them.
“Right this way, guys.” A dark skinned woman led us to a giant hospital looking room.
“You two, come here.” A man pointed to me and Newt.
“Sit.” The man said. We sat.
The man took my arm with one hand, and the other held a shot with a long needle. I jerked my arm away.
“What is that?” I asked him, suspiciously.
“Just some stuff to help your cuts heal.” He replied.
“Mark, come here for a second. This boy needs stitches.” Another man was cleaning Thomas’s arm.
Our man sighed and handed me and Newt each a syringe.
“It needs to go right here.” He pointed to a spot above his collarbone. “But do it for each other.” Then he walked away.
I turned to Newt. I was going to ask who should give the shot first but Newt pulled the collar of his shirt down to his collarbone.
I leaned forward and pushed the needle in.
“Do you trust them?” Newt asked me. I glanced over to the dark skinned lady, who was talking to Teresa.
“I’m not sure.” It was true. I didn’t know what to think. “Do you?”
I pulled the syringe away and set it on a table, then pulled my shirt to my collarbone.
“I don’t know yet.”
I cringed when I felt the small needle slide under my skin.
If only the soldiers had gotten to the Maze sooner. Fry would still be alive.
A single tear fell down my cheek. Newt put the syringe down and wrapped his arms around me. I hugged him back.
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The Scorch Trails (Terra+Newt)
Fanfiction*not my characters or idea. I only own Terra* They're out of the Maze. Now what? Maybe they could live here with their rescuers. Unless they aren't who they say they are. Is WCKD really gone? Is what this Aris kid says true? ...
