Chapter 23

                                    

                                          
Newt's POV
                          
That was definitely one of Newt's best days in the Glade. For the first time in his life he was glad to be alive.
                          
He had finally found courage enough to kiss Thomas and he had felt amazing.
                          
Right after that, Minho reminded him how much he cared about Newt and how much they needed each other. Newt felt special.
                          
"Where's Alby?" Newt asked Minho after breaking apart from the hug.
                          
"Probably screaming at these shuck-faces like he always do." Minho laughed.
                          
Newt started to get out of the bed, wanting to see Alby.
                          
"Wow, calm down, Newt, where do you think you're going? You need to rest!" Minho tried to push him back to the bed.
                          
"I want to see Alby, and I've rested for two days!" Newt pushed his hand away and started to walk. He felt dizzy and almost fell on the floor. Minho came running to help him stand still.
                          
"I'm fine." Newt said.
                          
"Yea, sure. That's exactly what you said two days ago." Minho didn't stop him. He grabbed Newt's arm and put it around his neck. "Clint said you'll feel better in a day. You just need to eat."
                          
"I promise I'll eat." Newt said.
                          
They got down and started to walk slowly on the grass. It was almost dark, but they could still see almost the whole Glade.
                          
Two gladers walked past them. One of them had brown hair and was clearly a runner by the shoes he wore. The other one had shaved hair and probably worked as a farmer by the way he was smelling. Minho stopped them.
                          
"Where's Alby?" He asked.
                          
The runner pointed to the kitchen.
                          
Minho and Newt started to walk to the kitchen. When they got there, Minho opened the door with his free hand.
                          
Alby, Gally and Frypan were sitting around the round table near the counter.
                          
When they heard the door opening, the three of them turned their heads to Newt and Minho.
                          
"What are you doing here with Newt?" Alby asked him. "He was supposed to be resting!"
                          
"I thought you would be happier to hear that I am alive, but I guess it could be worse." Newt told him while sitting on a chair with Minho and Frypan's help. Minho chuckled.
                          
"What are you three talking about?" Minho said while getting an apple from the fridge.
                          
"Alby had some sort of hallucination during the changing and some things that could get out of control, so we locked Theresa and Thomas in the homestead." Gally told him like he had just told him how simple it was to cut potatoes in three pieces.
                          
"YOU DID WHAT?!" Newt tried to stand, failing. He sat again on the chair and tried to calm his voice down. "You did what?"
                          
"Newt... I had to lock them there, what if they are a thread to us?" Alby told him.
                          
"You think that they are a thread?" For the first time, Newt wasn't considering Theresa as the evil one. "They don't remember anything, Alby! They may have done something bad but now they don't know what they did on the past, if they had ever planned something bad it's all gone because what we all care about is the present, our real problem here is to get out of here, Thomas and Theresa don't remember a single shucking thing! They are not the bad guys here!"
                          
"I'm just doing what I have to do." Alby told him and looked at Minho. "Aren't you going to say anything?"
                          
Minho hesitated for a few seconds, but then he said "Alby, we've already talked about this."