Infinite (Newt fanfiction)

Chapter 23

Newt had woken up by the time Isabelle had made it back to the Med-Jacks hut. He painfully propped himself up on one arm and looked over to her with groggy eyes. 

She smiled at him and knelt next to his bed. She was lucky she could at least walk around quickly. It would be a while for Newt.

Newt pushed himself up even further in alarm. He was staring at something and Isabelle grew concerned.

"What's wrong?" She asked him.

"You're bleeding again," he said and looked to her side.

"Crap. I was hoping I wouldn't pull any stitches," she sighed. She stood back up and lifted her shirt to her waist gently.

"What did you do?"

Isabelle's hands froze and a blush covered her cheeks. "Uh, n-nothing."

Newts eyes lowered and a little smile covered his face. "What did you do to Gally?"

Isabelle sighed and dropped her shirt. "I punched him in the face."

Newt shook his head. Then he became serious all in one second. "He didn't hurt you, did he?"

Isabelle walked over to the medical table and searched for a needle and thread. She grinned when she found one.

"No," she shook her head. "About to though. I still could've taken him."

Newt sighed. "If you keep doing things like that you're never gonna heal, ya know."

Isabelle shrugged. She lifted her shirt again and carefully stuck the threaded needle through her skin. She sucked in a sharp breath through her teeth and her hand clenched onto the desk in front of her.

"Woah woah woah!" Newt exclaimed and started to get up. "You're not doing your own bloody stitches, are you?"

Isabelle pushed the needle through the other half of her skin and exhaled. "Newt lay back down, I'm fine," she ordered.

Newt continued to try and get up quickly but without hurting himself further. Isabelle stomped her foot and her eyes squeezed shut when she pushed the needle through again and pulled it tight.

She breathed out and then Newts hands were on hers. She looked up to him with surprised eyes.

"Hey," he whispered. "Clint can do this, okay? Come lay back down. With me."

Isabelle stared into his eyes and nodded, seemingly out of her own will. "Okay but let me just-"

She pushed the needle through quickly and yelped but then tied the thread and cut it. "See? Done already," she said weakly.

She helped Newt walk back to his bed and instead of climbing into hers, she laid down next to Newt. She wound her legs around his uninjured one and smiled at him. She played at the tips of his hair with her finger tips and he closed his eyes with a relaxed expression.

"I WAS GONE," a shouting voice said and walked through the huts door. "FOR FIVE MINUTES."

Isabelle pushes herself up and looks to Clint who seemed a little irritated.

"Next time," he said quieter and pointed a finger towards Isabelle. "I'm strapping you to the bed."

Isabelle looked surprised and held back a laugh. Jeff followed Clint into the hut and Clint looked at the needle that Isabelle used to sew herself back up.

Clint sighed and pushed a hand to his face. "I'm never leaving either of you alone again."

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Isabelle had drifted off sometime before Newt, but he followed close behind. She had her hand on his chest and his arm was around her, careful to not touch her waist. He was leaned in so his forehead was resting on her head, and both of their soft breathing echoed throughout the hut.

Soon everyone in the Glade was asleep and only the crickets were heard. The hum of insects was enough to relax some into sleep and keep some awake. Everything was perfect in the Glade for a moment and it seemed like the world froze and nothing was wrong.

But then there was screaming.

Newt jumped awake and felt Isabelle's feet being dragged from out of the bed. He spun around and pushed himself up as fast as possible to see what was happening.

Isabelle was being lifted by people in white lab coats that had the word W.I.C.K.E.D. printed on them. Isabelle was kicking and thrashing around in their arms and three of them had to hold down her arms and legs. She was screaming and yelling something indecipherable at them.

Newt pushed his legs off the bed and fell to the floor. He cursed his leg and tried to get back up. Clint grabbed his arm and helped him.

"Isabelle!" Newt shouted. She was carried out of the hut and Newt used Clint as his crutch to follow her.

When he exited the hut, he found the nozzle of a gun pointed at him. He stopped dead in his tracks.

His eyes flickered to Isabelle, who had broken their grip and fell to the ground. Newts heart broke as blood spread over her side and a look of terror and pain crept onto her face. He wanted to go to her. He wanted to be there so badly, but he knew if he moved, these people would kill him.

The other Gladers were standing and watching as Newt was. At gunpoint and completely helpless. Minho was curling his hands into fists and Chuck was crying. Newt...Newt was just angry and broken.

The people picked Isabelle back up quickly and continued to carry her. Where were they going?

Newt question was answered once they crossed the Glade and practically threw her into the Box. Newt heard her sob and a tear rolled down his cheek. Why? Why were they taking her from him?

The people with WICKED lab coats lowered their guns and walked to the box where they guarded it. They waited until a woman with blonde hair and pale skin stepped up. A calm smile was across her face and her hands were joined.

"I want all of you to forget what happened here. Sending Isabelle up was not part of the plan, and we are simply trying to correct it. I know you all have questions and they will be answered soon." The woman smiled again, turned around, and stepped carefully into the Box.

Newt took a step forward and all of the guards guns raised. He froze and let a look of sheer anger cover his face. He would get her back. And when he did, he was going to make them pay.