thing become a hazy blur, blood gushing, Minho screaming, the groaning coming from the patient you know as newt- everyone’s new to the glade, him especially. He disappeared this morning and before long Minho was out looking for him, and an hour later he comes back holding a frail newt in his arms. You rush him in the the makeshift med bay as Minho sets him on the table, soft groans and cry’s falling from newts lips

“Do something!” Minho yells