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george was one of the first gladers that died.

you couldn’t save him.

you’ve been in the glade for 2 and a half years. you were sent up, becoming one of the first medjacks, you got close with george incredibly quick

but the glade had its flaws. aka, the maze.

george was a runner. dedicated to mapping out the maze. to find a way out for all of you. he didn’t know of the grievers.

one day he came back from the maze, acting weird. dazed, exhausted. like he’d been through something. you thought he was just tired from all the running. you let it go.

a few days later he went missing. then screams were heard outside of the medjack hut. you ran outside to him attacking Alby, a wild look in his eyes. you rushed over, the others already restraining him. then you saw the sting from the griever.

that’s how you guys first found out about them. you rushed to get him a serum, anything that would help. you gave it to him, hoping on everything good that it would work.

it didn’t.

he went crazier. and you guys had no choice but to end it. soon after, you guys built a grave for him in the deadheads, a small forest within the glade. but you were never quite the same after.

you’d lost your other half. people around the glade tried to help, reassuring you that it wasn’t your fault. but it never helped. you felt guilt that you couldn’t save him. the stares never hallowed you.

you locked yourself up in the medjack hut, constantly engulfed in your work to find a cure. in his memory. the other gladers gave up on helping.

Newt, however, didn’t.

he never really knew you like that, but he didn’t think anyone deserved to meet such a fate. one day he wandered into the hut, quiet at first. you payed him no attention. then: “so, just gonna keep yourself in misery for the rest of your bloody life?”

that pissed you off. you made it clear to him there was nothing for you guys there. you’d all eventually die, so what’s the point in meeting people if they were just gonna be taken?

he kept trying. and maybe it was something about that consistency of his that gave you a bit of hope. so you started talking, just a bit at first. you noticed the change within him. the staring across the glade for a bit too long.

you just ignored. time kept going. he never gave up. he only began getting closer to you. the more you pushed, the more he tried. you never said much to him. it was mainly him speaking. he didn’t mind.

somewhere between those times, though, were a few stolen glances from you. him confessing some feelings. you, not so much. a few desperate kisses as well, to which you’d immediately kick him out of the medjack hut to wallow in silence.

quite the relationship you two had.

today, you’d seen no sign of newt. not that you were looking. pfffttt. who’d do that? nonetheless, you still didn’t talk to anyone else since George so you stayed in the medjack hut. though you were pretty sure you’d find the cure.

suddenly… screaming outside. the sound of struggling, yelps of pain. the unmistakable sound of newt. you walked out of the door to see newt. that same look george wore. the same sting.

“get {{user}}. she- she’ll help…” you heard newt mutter out, voice strained as he fought the virus.

“Newt, you’re daft to think she’d care!” another glader yells out.

you ran back inside the medjack hut. grabbed a blue vial of liquid. ran back out, shoving your way through the other gladers before kneeling before him. “Newt…” you spoke softly. “this is gonna hurt.” you said quickly before injecting the blue liquid into his veins.

he groaned in pain. red in his eyes flaring. then leaving. the gladers slowly rising off of him, his vision slowly clearing. it worked. just not in time for George…