“We all rely on you, Newt, and we all need you. Lesley desperately hoped it was a good sign. Something flickered in Newt’s expression. You’re the face we all remember seeing on First Day, who has always been there with words of comfort and reassurance when we needed it.” Alby’s in charge, but you’re the glue that holds us all together. That someone is you, Newt, even if you don’t realise it, or those shanks out there don’t appreciate it yet.” She shook her head. “We’re all scared, but it’s in times like this that we need someone to look up to. Lesley knelt down in front of him so he couldn’t avoid her gaze there was an anguish in his eyes that she hadn’t seen before. “And you may not realise it, but all those Gladers out there need you, too.” “You’re doing all you can,” she told him softly. Lesley felt a surge of emotion, her heart wrenching. “I gotta - we gotta - prepare for - for -” “He’s getting worse,” he told her quietly, a touch of helplessness to his voice. He shifted, exhaling a shuddering breath. “Hey,” she said softly, putting a hand on Newt’s shoulder. Swallowing hard, Lesley finally stepped forward.
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“I don’t know how to do this without you.” This whole place is falling apart, and I’m not. And yet when I’m finally trusted with the responsibility you gave me, I can’t keep it together. “You’ve been there for us through everything that has happened here, good and bad. Lesley heart ached at the overwhelming insecurity in his voice. “I thought that Les, Minho and Tommy surviving a night in the Maze would have given them all hope, but then I come back here and see you -” First Ben gets Stung, then you now this girl shows up with a doomsday note and the Box hasn’t gone back down.” He shook his head. “Things are changing too buggin’ fast around here and I’m not sure what else to say to stop them panicking.
And now half the bloody Keepers are mad at me for making Tommy a Runner. She was startled to hear a quiet, pained voice Newt was sitting next to Alby’s bed with his back to the door, his shoulders shaking as he ran a hand through his hair in a clear sign of distress. Nodding her thanks, Lesley soundlessly slipped inside the shack. Without a word, Clint jerked his thumb at the door. Her suspicions were confirmed when the two boys glanced at each other. They glanced up as Lesley approached, Jeff nodding in greeting. Next to the door of the Med-jacks’ hut, Clint and Jeff were sitting comfortably on a pair of upturned crates, talking quietly to each other. Turning on her heel, Lesley headed in the opposite direction, her expression set in a deep, concerned frown. She came to an abrupt halt, realising that there was still one other place she hadn’t looked.
She’d checked everywhere the Bloodhouse, the Box, the Deadheads, the Council Hall. Wandering past the Homestead, Lesley continued her search for Newt she hadn’t seen him around for the last few hours, and it deeply worried her. She honestly couldn’t wait for a proper sleep that night. It seemed unfathomable to Lesley that it had only been twenty-four hours since she had been trapped in the Maze with Thomas and Minho, and barely twelve since they had reemerged from the labyrinth, exhausted and filthy but triumphant, and Alby miraculously still alive. Some of the boys were already sporting large colourful bruises from Teresa’s well-aimed rocks Jeff and Clint had attended to them with barely concealed grins. Out in the Glade, Thomas was still up on the Outpost talking to Teresa, and the Gladers were finishing up the few tasks they had begun the entire day had been a loss in terms of workload due to the Gathering, the arrival of their latest Greenie, and then said newbie’s return to consciousness. The afternoon wore on, and soon enough night began to fall, the Doors about to close.
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