The Aftermath (Newt x Reader)

Savior

*(Y/n) POV*

We were looking for supplies, following the people who had escaped WCKD and headed for something that wasn't there. I noticed that there was a blonde boy laying on the ground... He obviously was turning and he seemed to be dead, a knife in his chest.. My heart dropped... I took his pulse and realized his heart was barely beating. 

"Maria! Get the stretcher! He's still alive!" I call out as I start to examine the boy, seeing what I could do to increase his chances of survival. I had a capsule of the temporary "cure" for the flare so I placed the capsule into it's spot in a needle before injecting it into his arm. With his flare being treated, his chances of survival would increase substantially. I noticed that his cheeks were tear stained and he was barely breathing. I never pulled my fingers off his wrist, constantly holding on to my hope of his survival. The stretcher was brought over quickly and I slowly supported him with the help of Maria, placing him gently on the stretcher. I used my scissors to cut through his shirt as we strapped the stretcher to the helicopter floor. 

"Hang in there... I'm here to help..." I whispered to the boy. His veins were darkened and unhealthily swelled from the flare... I got another dose of the temporary cure and injected it into his arm immediately. Slowly, his veins lightened in color and his eyes were no longer  fully clouded with black. I sighed, pre-prepping some more of the injection with my own blood. I was immune to the flare, but I was never tested on for one reason... A.D. Janson was my father. He never told me anything about the Maze or where the paradise was for the kids I would evaluate, but he always told me "WCKD is good." Honestly, I hope we are the good guys.. After some of the teens broke free and ran, I've been thinking about the fact that, maybe WCKD isn't actually good... I pushed my thoughts aside and prepped the boy for emergency surgery when we got back to WCKD. The boy was strong, I'll give him that... I checked for anymore wounds and looked at the knife in his chest. 

"Please hang in there... It's going to be okay... We'll save you.." I said as the first batch of the 'cure' so I gave him one last dose. Maria watched me and raised an eyebrow.

"He's kinda cute, isn't he?" she said. I pretended not to hear her and continued doing what I could to prep for his surgery when we got to WCKD. 

"Why are you injecting him with so much cure? We need to use it sparingly... You're one our only sources left with a large amount of what we need in your blood." Maria said, watching as I placed a band-aid on the arm I drew blood from. 

"I have my reasons..." I said as I pulled my lab coat sleeve down. We were almost back to WCKD and Maria giggled. 

"Is it because he's cute?" she joked, giggling and winking at me. I sighed and looked at the boy before glaring at Maria. 

"No... It's because WCKD is good... right?" I said, tilting my head. Her eyes widened and she looked away as we landed. We rolled the stretcher out quickly, rushing him to the emergency care unit. I started operating on him immediately. 

A few hours later, I was done operating and the boy was still alive. Hopefully, he would stay that way overnight. I decided I would tend to his well-being all night until he was stable. However, my father, Janson, came over, clearly upset and slightly drunk. I held my breath and swore to myself that I would protect my patient. My dad walked up to my and glared at the boy. 

"This one caused some trouble, didn't he, (Y/n)? Why are you saving him again? He's not even immune!" My dad snapped at me, grabbing me by the collar of my lab jacket. 

"Because WCKD is good and good means saving lives, not leaving them to die." I said sternly. His glare increased, making my fear almost come out my mouth in the form of my lunch. He shook me by the collar and tightened his grip, the smell of alcohol radiating off of him.