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CW: Uncensored language, mentions of death
This is going to be a pretty short chapter, sorry. Also I forgot to say that this story is always in Minhos point of view, i know you probably know that by now, but I never stated it. Also I am going based off books, obviously it's not the same since I added a few things from the movies, but the same storyline as the books.
The first thing I remembered feeling when I woke up was confusion. Confusion. I felt confused and lost. I didn't remember where I was, or what was happening. I sat up on what felt like a bed. I looked around to see that I was in what looked to be a cabin. What I had been laying on was a bed, like the ones we had right before the Scorch trials, it was definitely more comfortable than the hammocks we had in the glade. 
Where the hell is everyone?
Where's Newt—
And suddenly everything came back to me. Newt. Is he alive? Where are the others: Frypan, Brenda, Thomas, Jorge? Are they alive? Where am I? Is Newt alive? 
I stood up from the bed— maybe a little to quickly since I slightly stumbled, before maintaining my balance. I walked towards the door to what I assumed would lead outside. I opened the door and was met with the outside world, at least I hoped that it was. It looked to be early morning, and my surrounding where trees, tall trees. There was a forest to one side of me, and to my other was an open area of land. 
Though it wasn't very empty, there were some cabins and what looked to be a main area. I saw people around that area. I wasn't close enough to see who they were, so I walked carefully, just to be safe. 
"Minho!" I heard a voice call from behind me. I turned and saw Thomas. Thomas. Thomas is here and well.
"Thomas." I said, and hugged him tightly. He was the first person who I knew here. I still didn't know where I was. "Where are we? Is Newt okay? Where are the others?" I couldn't help asking many questions. "Calm down. We're at the same haven. We made it, Minho. We escaped WICKED." 
"And Newt?" I wanted to be happy, but I couldn't. Not without knowing if Newt was alive or not.
"Newts okay. We're lucky Brenda was training to be a nurse. He's in the med shack." He's okay, Newts okay. "Oh my god. Thank whatever shucking lord there is out there." I doubted there was any kind of lord though, atleast in this world. "Where is that? I need to go see him." "Yeah I'll take you there." Thomas walked me to the Med shack, and he informed me on some things.
I learned that after I had passed out, they went to get the other gladers and we came to the safe haven. It's still a question on how we go to or where this place is, but it's a safe place. I also learned that we all arrived at the safe haven a few day ago, which I still don't understand on why the hell I didn't wake up. 
"We're here, the amazingly glorious med shack." Thomas joked as the shack came into view. I didn't even comment on the fact that this was one of the rare times Thomas jokes, my only thoughts were on Newt. "Has he woken up yet?" I asked, increasing how quickly I walked. "No, not yet, I'm sure soon though." He reassured me. The shack wasn't very big, but that didn't really matter to me, if it worked, it worked. 
We walked in and we were met with a "med shack" that looked very similar to the one that was in the glade. "Where's Newt?" I asked, not seeing him. "He's over here," Thomas replied with, guiding me to a bed that Newt laid on. He looked way better than he did when I last saw him, but he still looked dead. "he looks like he's doing okay. I bet he's gonna wake up in the next day or so." Thomas was obviously just trying to make me feel better, which I should find comforting but instead I find it stupid. "So, do you want to stay here for a bit?" "I don't have anywhere else to be." I answered. "Right. Might as well make ourselves comfortable." He pulled two chairs from across the room, sitting on one, he gestured for me to sit on the other. 
"Do you really love him?" 
"What?" I asked, confused on why he would ask me that. "Do you really love him?" He repeated it like it was the most normal thing to ask, which i suppose it isn't the weirdest thing to ask about. "Yes." I answered. "He loves you too. You know, I think you guys will work well together." "Thanks." 
I hope we even have the chance to be together.