To Love *The Maze Runner/Newt Fanfic*

Chapter 66

"We just don't," Minho huffed.

"Well, I can assure you that this elevator will not cause you any pain or discomfort. We're only going to the second floor."

"Well, I can assure you that you're talking to two of the most anxious people I know," Minho argued, gesturing with his arm to me and Newt, "So that's not gonna work for us."

"It's fine," I said, letting my arms fall to my sides, as I limped into the elevator. How bad could it be?

"Well, klunk," Minho raised his eyebrows.

Newt followed after me, "You coming, mate?"

I smiled at Newt and then at Minho. Minho looked to the now empty stairs, "Ugh, I hate you both," He grunted, joining us.

The woman pressed the button that said two. The doors slid shut and the elevator lifted to life.

"We're fine. We're fine. We're fine," I heard Newt barely whisper.

"So who are you guys?" I asked, finding this to be a good time to make conversation.

"We're the good guys," She answered, as the doors opened and she left us behind.

"That's not really an answer," Minho called after her. I looked at Minho. He was gripping onto the elevator's handrail bars for dear life. He had his eyes closed, "Are we there yet?"

"We halted at the level like twenty seconds ago," Newt laughed, helping me out of the death trap, "Come on, Minho, before it's metal claws eat you for dinner."

"Stop," Minho shrieked, running off of it, "I swear that thing scared me more than the grievers."

"Hello," A different woman greeted, "If you would come with me this way," She was only speaking to me.

"Um," I resisted her tug on my arm.

"Where do I go?" Newt asked, turning to find Minho. Minho had already been taken away by someone else.

"A doctor will be with you soon enough," She nodded. Her words seemed rushed and frantic. This large room was full of frantic people. The Gladers were being helped by men and women in clothes much like ours, except cleaner. Everything was cleaner here. It was shocking, due to the dry earth outside of the building.

"Uh, I'd rather stay with her," Newt shouted, as the woman dragged me away from him.

She hesitated. I tried to beg with my eyes, "Fine, if you want it that way," She spoke almost happily. Why was everyone so cheery and bright faced here?

She led Newt and I behind a curtain, "Your names are?"

She picked up a clipboard, as I said, "Brianne and Newt."

Newt smiled at me, as he leaned against the bed I sat on. The mattress wasn't really a mattress, but more so a crinkly blanket.

"Well, that makes this easy," She said, picking up a clipboard and making two check marks. Okay? "Have a seat," She said to Newt.

Newt backed away from me and sat in a chair next to the bed.

"Pretty bad cut," The woman said, gently removing the torn fabric around my wound. She turned and grabbed a syringe filled with white liquid, "This might sting," I gripped the edge of the mattress, as the needle was stuck into my hurt leg.

"You alright?" Newt asked, hesitantly. I nodded, as I felt the burning sensation in my upper thigh.

"Alright, you're all set," The woman said, wrapping my leg in white bandages.