After having talked to Newt about the griever, the others insisted that I should go to the med-jacks.
Inside the hut I was greeted by Jeff's shocked expression just as I entered.
"Y/n you shank, what did you do?" - he said, pulling out a bucket of water.
I sat down on a small tree stub and stuck out my arm in order for Jeff to easily clean it.
"Well you see... we ran into a griver" - I was cut off by Jeff's surprised expression.
"a what?!" - he stopped cleaning my arm for a second, only to continue.
God, if he reacts to the griever like this... he'll have a heart attack if I tell him the rest...
Clint came through the door. "Hey Jeff, Newt and Thomas are waiting outs..." - his sentence faded out as he got a good look at my arm. "What in the..?"- Clint's eyes widened.
Jeff, who was now halfway done cleaning my arm, waved his hand towards the door. "Clint I got it, go tell the other two not to come in now" - he said, still focusing on getting the dried blood off of my arm.
"Jeff it's fine, I don't mind them coming in" - i said, looking at both Jeff and Clint interchangeably.
"I prefer to work without a bunch of worried gladers in the room. Now go tell them Clint" - he answered while dipping a piece of cloth in water.
Clint left the room looking rather confused. Yet only a few seconds went by before a sound came from the entrance, and Newt and Thomas entered.
"Jeff, what do you mean we can't come in?" - Newt asked, standing in the doorway.
"Well, there's no point now. I'm soon done anyway".
Most of my arm was already clean due to Jeff, who just got up to look for some bandage.
Newt and Thomas placed themselves in the middle of the room, Newt looking particularly tense.
"You do realise this isn't my blood?" - I told Newt in a joking manner.
"No one has gotten griever blood on them, it could be poisonous" - Newt stood with his arms crossed.
Thomas walked over and sat down by my side. Newt however, walked over to the bed where Alby was laying.
For a moment I had completely forgotten he was there.
"Wish we could do something" - He said quietly, straightening Alby's blanket.
I thought of a reassuring answer, but was cut off once again.
"Hey y/n!" - Teresa came into the hut rather confidently.
Oh, she seems to be doing better...
"What happened? I heard Minho talking about a griever" - She looked at all three of us.
Nice one Minho...
"We bumped into one, and found this inside it" - I pulled the metal cylinder out of my backpack.
The object caught Newts attention as well.
"What is it?" - Newt took a step closer.
"We don't know yet" - Thomas confirmed. "But we're gonna take a closer look tomorrow"
As Newt and Teresa turned to leave, Alby suddenly twisted and contorted his body violently, making sounds of agony.
All of us gathered around his bed and Jeff came running inside as well.
"Alby!.. Alby!" - I called his name, hoping for a response but got nothing.
"What do we do?!" - I looked at Newt, whose expression told me nothing.
"Wait!" - Teresa stuck her hand inside her pocket, pulling out two syringes filled with blue liquid. "I meant to show you this sooner, but these were in my pocket when I arrived" - she handed one of them to Thomas.
After having turned it in his hand for a second, he leaned over, ready to inject it into Alby.
"Woah wait! We don't know what it'll do, it might kill him." - newt stopped Thomas.
"Newt look at him" - Thomas gestures towards Alby, who was still clearly in pain. "There's no way he can get any worse".
With slight hesitation, Newt gave Thomas a nod, who instantly stuck it into Alby's chest.
As soon as the liquid entered his body, Alby calmed down.
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Maybe If I Disappeared? (Thomas x Reader x Newt)
Fanfiction"No no wait! Please don't go higher" - His voice was lower this time. I turned around to look at him again, he gave me a small smile. "Who are you?.." - I spoke quietly while sitting down again. "The name's Newt." Having been transported alone in a...
