The healer [Maze runner Newt x OC]

Chapter eleven

Newt had revealed his secret to the group, and Grace wasted no time in tending to his wound. She worked carefully, using medical supplies she'd managed to get from Lawrence's group. The infection wasn't spreading as rapidly as Winston's had, but it was still a grim reminder of the clock ticking against them.

Meanwhile, the plan to get Teresa was already in motion. Thomas and Gally had gone back into the city to capture her, leaving Grace and the others waiting anxiously at Lawrence's base.

Lawrence appeared at the door, Gally trailing behind him. Lawrence's eyes lingered on Newt, then shifted to Grace.

"He can't slow us down," Lawrence said bluntly, his voice as cold as ever. "But if Gally's right, we need him for this mission."

Lawrence pulled a small vial of serum from his coat and handed it to Grace. The sight of it made her heart clench—hope in a bottle. "This is all you get," Lawrence said. "It won't cure him, but it'll keep him steady for now. Don't waste it."

Grace nodded firmly, clutching the vial as she turned back to Newt. He looked at her, his expression a mix of surprise and weariness. "Grace, I—"

"Don't," she interrupted softly, kneeling beside him. "Let me."

She carefully filled the syringe, her hands steady despite the emotions roiling inside her. Pressing the needle gently into his arm, she administered the serum. Newt winced, but he didn't pull away, his eyes locked on hers the entire time.

"It'll help," she said quietly, her voice full of determination. "You're staying with me. We're not losing you."

He gave her a faint smile, the warmth in his eyes returning despite the shadow of his condition. "You've always been stubborn, haven't you?"

"And I'm not about to stop now," she replied, her tone light but her gaze unwavering.

The moment was interrupted by Gally's voice. "We've got Teresa. Time to move."

Grace helped Newt to his feet, her arm around his waist for support. As they made their way out, she couldn't help but glance at the empty vial in her hand, silently vowing to find a permanent cure—for Newt, for all of them.

Grace sat stiffly in one of the chairs, her gaze sharp and unyielding. Newt stood beside her as Gally yanked the hood from Teresa's head. Teresa's eyes darted around the room, taking in her surroundings, until they landed on Gally.

"Gally?" she said, her voice betraying a mix of surprise and unease.

''Here's how this is gonna go.'' He threw the paper he was holding onto the table as Newt sat down next to Thomas and in front of Frypan and Grace. ''We're gonna ask you some questions, and you're gonna tell us exactly what we need to know. We'll start off simple.'' He pushed himself of the table he was leaning against. ''Where's Minho?''

''You guys don't seriously think...'' She couldn't finish as Gally pushed a chair down, hard, in front of her, sitting so she couldn't see Thomas. ''Don't look at him. Why are you looking at him? Look at me. He's not gonna help you.'' Teresa looked at the group, seeing Grace stare at her with disgust. ''Now, we know you have Minho in the building. Where?''