You felt dizzy when Newt woke you up that morning. The Scorch was hot, the sun beat down on you, making you sweaty and exhausted as you walked. Despite that, Newt still held your hand as you made your way through the seemingly never ending stretch of land. A small sign of support.
About 15 minutes in you felt extremely light headed, you stopped, letting go of Newt's hand. He turned back towards you.
"Love?" he asked.
"I don't... feel good..."
You fell backwards into the sand.
Newt called for everyone to stop and ran over to you, holding your head onto his chest as your eyes remained closed. He tapped the sides of your face trying to get you to wake up.
He grabbed your water from your pack and made you drink some.
When you didn't wake up they decided they still needed to keep moving.
With his bad leg, Newt couldn't very much carry you, so Minho did. He'd done it multiple times in the Glade before either when you got injured or just wanted a piggy back ride. He kept up with the group pretty well.
When you finally woke up they took another break, Newt wrapping his sweaty arms around you and assuring himself that you were okay. He made you drink more water.
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