B13 The Peacekeeper

|19| - The Recovery

|THIRD POV|

It had been a week since WICKED was destroyed. Since YN was reunited with the Gladers. Since Peter had died.

YN had been kept unconscious while the cure was sweeping the flare out of her blood system. Her skin becoming cleaner, the black veins and bruises disappearing as she rested. She was rarely left alone, both Newt and Emmy never left her side. Choosing to even sleep in the medical tent with her as Mary would check in to make sure that the flare was leaving. Thomas would visit often, along with Lucy and Minho. Sometimes even Sonya and Sammy would join, telling some stories as she slept, hoping that she could hear them.

Vince had decided to use the berg to his own advantage, finding the docks with a ship that wasn't in terrible shape. The Right Arm had decided that it was time to leave the Scorch, and go across the ocean and find their own place. 

A week, they were going to travel and leave the Cranks behind. Leave the only place they've ever known.

Peter had been buried not too far from the camp, with a small cross that held his name as the point of where he was.

Newt sighed as he kneeled down beside his brother's grave, wishing that he could remember something about him. He brushed his fingers over the word scratched into the wood, giving a small pained smile.

"I wish I could have met you mate. It's hard knowing that you existed and we never got to see you again. Emmy was wanting to meet you so much after you first spoke to her. That was one of the first times I've seen her excited for something since we had learned YN was still alive." He said as he let his hand return to his knee.

He sighed before standing up, looking down at the grave. "Even if I don't remember you, you're still my brother. I hope you're happy, where ever you are."

Turning around, he walked back to camp that was more barren than usual. Tents had been taken down as they began the move to the ship, but only three tents were left. But what made Newt pause was the subtle movement of the blue tent flap, the medical tent where YN was.

Despite his limp, he sprinted over in a slight ecstatic panic. YN might be awake, but he panicked because he had closed the tent.

When he swiped the flap open, his eyes went towards the bed. His breath halted in his throat as he only saw Emmy sleeping in the bed. YN's IV having been taken out of her skin, now hung down onto the floor. He glanced around the tent, noticing the jacket that he had hung around the chair, the one she had worn when she arrived, was missing. 

Running back out, his head searched frantically for where ever she could be. He stopped as he noticed the figure standing on the highest hill overlooking the edge of the Scorch. One that Thomas had learned about Teresa's betrayal.

He sighed in relief as he saw her before he made his way over to her. Climbing over the small rocks and around sharp edges. He smiled as he approached her, her back still facing him.

"I see you're finally awake Love." He said softly, breaking the air between them.

But she stayed silent, and Newt frowned in worry, hurt from the lack of response.

"Love?"

Her shoulders tensed before he finally stepped beside her, gently turning her towards him.

"Love, talk to me. Please." He whispered. "I miss hearing you, and we've gone through so much together and apart-"

Her eyes gazed up at him soft, but they held something different. Something he hadn't seen in her eyes before. He was right, they had been through so much. So much that they had changed. But his feelings never had changed for her. And her's him.