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CW: Sensitive language, fighting, yelling
I'm mixing both movies and books now since, the whole, no cure thing in the books, plus the fact frypan, Teresa and the rest of the gladers plus group B were missing, I'm just gonna say they were hiding somewhere cause I'm lazy. I'm also adding when Newt and Minho fought earlier in the book to now.
Everyone had gone to bed— well except for Newt and I. "How are you doing?" I asked, trying to break the silence. "Hmm?" He responded as if he didn't hear me. "Oh, I'm doing fine I guess. Well at least as fine as I can be doing."
"That's good to hear," I wanted to keep the conversation going but I didn't know what to say. Why do these things keep happening, emotions, crying, not know what to say. "What's been going? Since you know..." I trailed off knowing he would understand. "Well, I got taken to the Crank palace, met some people. That's about it, honestly considering how much you've done these past few days, my life is pretty boring right now." "I wouldn't say boring would be the word to describe how life is but nice." I said while slightly smiling. "Yeah I guess so," he paused "Min, Im sorry." "For what?" I said a frown on my face, genuinely confused. "For everything. Making you go to the crank palace, which is a horrible place. Making you deal with me going insane. In the glade when I tried..." he trailed off, I knew what he meant. His attempt. "You have nothing to be sorry about. We're gonna find a cure. Ok? That's what I promised you, and that's what we're gonna do." 
He didn't even answer, he just leaned his head on my shoulder slightly. He was cute. No. Stop. But he was. 
He really was. Maybe, it was because I haven't seen him in so long, that I realize that maybe, just maybe, I slightly would like to think of him as more of a friend. Of course that would never happen, but if were to I wouldn't be mad.
"Maybe you should head to bed. Get some sleep before we figure out what to do." I said, softly running my hand through his hair. I knew if we didn't find a cure soon, he would just get worst. At least right now he was still sane at times. But who knows for much longer. I was gonna get up when he said something. "Stay." I smiled, "ok. But you need to lay down." I gently pushed him down onto the bed, so he was laying down, and adjusted myself to a comfortable position, and ran my hand through his hair.
"Hey Min?" He asked, I thought he was asleep by now. "What's up?"
"I think that, your really pretty." He was already almost asleep. 
"What?" I asked, barely audible. "Newt?" He was already asleep. Maybe he didn't mean it like that.
The next morning we were all awake and were having a quick meal before Jorge started flying the berg. Newt and I sat next to each other.
"So were planning on getting Frypan, and the others from the woods since we can't risk them being out with cranks any longer." Brenda said as we were cleaning up, it was just her and I.
"And what about the cure, hmm? You don't think we should do that first?" I stated. "Well Thomas has to go back to WICKED, because he's "the final candidate" something about how he can get the cure, so best of hope." Brenda explained. "You didn't answer my question?" "Minho, you've got to understand that we don't know if there's even a cure, plus we need to get the others their at to much risk." She tried to explain. "Yeah I get it but so is Newt right? We can't risk his condition getting any worse." I said, growing more angry. 
Brenda seemed to understand what I meant, "I can ask Jorge and Thomas, but I don't promise anything. ""Your the best." I said and wandered off. 
I wonder what Newts doing. I went to go find him and he was sitting on his bed. "Can you leave me alone?" He said, how'd he notice me? 
"Jeez, someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed." I tried to joke around. "Leave me alone. I'm serious." Ok so he was probably in one of his bad moods.  "Well since you asked so nicely." 
"Please. I'm not in the mood right now. Im not myself." 
"I could stay here with you."
"Just leave me alone."
"You probably need someone here right now. Just in case." 
"Just in case what? What'd you think I'll do, huh? Do you think that little of me?" Newt said, his anger clearly escalating. 
"That's not what I'm saying. You know what I meant." I get he's upset but he can't blame this on me.
"No I don't, please, enlighten me." He said sarcastically. 
"Well for starters your being a total dick right now, and your trying to pin everything on me! I get it your infected by the flare or whatever, but guess fucking what! The world doesn't revolve around you!" I yelled, growing more angry.
"Yeah no shit, you think I can't tell by now!" He yelled back, matching my anger. 
"Well clearly not!" I didn't even have a reason to be mad I was just letting out anger.
"You think I'm trying to be fucking greedy or something? I don't even wanna be here! I don't even wanna be alive!" 
"Yeah? Well maybe you shouldn't! You know why? Because I wouldn't miss you, nobody would! Maybe I shouldn't have even saved you, back in the glade, maybe I should've left you to die!" I yelled, and then realized what the fuck I had just said.
I don't even know why the fuck I said that. It was stupid so, so stupid. I didn't mean it, at all. I was just angry.
"I'm sorry Newt. I'm so s-" I tried to apologize, but he cut me off before I could finish. "Save it. I don't care. Just leave me alone." He said I couldn't tell what his emotions were in his voice. 
"No you don't get it. I didn't mean it, I'm so fucking so-" this time he cut me off by punching me. I know I shouldn't fight back, I didn't want to hurt him, but I wasn't in the right mind. Of course, it escalated quickly. We were fighting each other on the ground, for who knows how long, before Thomas and Brenda came in, yelling at us to stop. Thomas pulled me off of Newt, though he struggled a bit. "Let me go." I said, more calmer than I expected to be. "No, you think I'm about to let you go after what you did." "I'm not gonna do anything. Just let go." I yanked myself away from him. "Look, I'm sorry, ok?" I said out loud, to no one in particular. I looked at Newt, surprisingly not as angry as I though he would be, Brenda was standing in front of him. "Can you leave us alone? We're not gonna start fighting again." I said.
"Fine." Brenda said, as her and Thomas left the room. Before Newt could say anything, I spoke "I know, I know, I'm leaving. But I want you to know I'm really fucking sorry for what I said. I didn't mean it, at all. You mean a shit ton to me, and we all care about you. I'll be in the other room if you need me." 
He didn't say anything, so I left.
God how could I be so stupid?