SPOLIER ALERT
Being a med-jack happened to be quite easy to y/n. She tended to the other Gladers injuries every once in a while, but once one was gone, it felt like two hours pass before another hurt shank strolls in.
For now, y/n quietly sat in the back of the med-jack hut, watching Jeff attend to an injured Slicer. The majority of Gladers they see are the Builders and Slicers because of their extremely dangerous work equipment.
Y/n sighed as she stood up, crossing her arms, and strutted to the front door of the hut. She leaned against the right side, starring at the Maze ahead. Chills ran up and down her spine everytime she took one small glimpse at the vine covered walls. She's been trapped in the Glade for at least a month. All the boys were suprisingly nice to her, except Gally. Y/n knew he was a slinthead since she woke up with beads of sweat trickling down her forehead in the Box. But only one boy stood out in the crowd of boys. Newt. He always called her 'love' and comforted her in the nicest ways. It was no surprise that y/n knew she liked Newt.
The day seemed to be almost over, meaning the doors of the Maze will shut for the night. Y/n watched as the sun slowly cascaded down before she realized something. The Runners weren't back which made her nervous because of Newt.
She felt her heart start to thump as she took a small step out of the hut. A cold gust of what felt like wind brushed through her hair but really it was one of the boys flapping a blanket around to clean it off. Y/n squinted her eyes to get a better look of the maze. She saw that Alby had been running towards the doors.
Y/n examined Alby as his arms flailed around. She could hear him screaming, but it was so distant she could not make out the words. It didn't take long for her to realize that something was strangely wrong. Before y/n could take anymore steps out into the long grass, Alby had disappeared into the maze.
Y/n twisted her head in confusion. "Hey, uh, Clint? Jeff?" y/n called out hesitantly. She heard the small footsteps thumping on the ground towards her.
"Yeah? What's wrong, y/n?" Jeff asked.
"Alby just ran off into the Maze," she replied, "I don't know why, but he seemed to be yelling at something before running straight into the Maze."
Clint and Jeff tensed up. "That's strange." Clint whispered to himself.
Y/n tried to wonder of reasons for Alby running off like that.
Maybe someone got hurt, she thought.
Almost instantly after her thought, Alby came back out of the Maze, but he wasn't alone. To his right, Minho was helping one of the Runners between him and Alby. Alby and Minho seemed to be holding up a boy, with one of his arms draped over Minho and Alby. They looked to be rushing towards us. The boy in the middle face was hard to be seen because his head was hung low.
Alby jumped up slightly, probably to get a better hold of the lifeless boy he held, making the boy's head throw back. Y/n caught a short glance of who the boy was.
Her body completely froze after she realized who the almost dead boy was.
Newt.
Clint and Jeff must've figured it out along with y/n, because they started to sprint towards the three. Y/n couldn't move. She examined Newt more. His leg was covered in scratches and blood. It seemed to be dislocated. Trickles of blood smeared his face.
Jeff and Clint took the hurt boy off of Minho and Alby, but they didn't stop running towards the hut where y/n stood. Without thinking, she ran inside the hut and grabbed all the possible supplies she'll need to treat Newt.
Clint and Jeff came through the door, but they had to turn, due to the small opening of the door. Y/n pointed to one of the beds where the Gladers lay when they are being treated. They softly lay the listless boy on the bed.
Now that Newt was more clear in view, y/n eyes watered as she starred down the boy. He looked absolutely horrible. Alby and Minho ran into the hut. Minho's eyes glistened with tears and so did Alby's.
Y/n rushed to Newt with the medical supplies. She was shaking so much she didn't know what to do.
"Hey, we got this. Calm yourself down," Jeff told y/n, taking control.
She nodded, but the urge to speak to Newt was strong and it took her over.
"Newt," y/n cried, "Can you hear me?" She stifled a sob. "Please tell me you can hear me." Newt's eyes would open, but close right after. "Newt, please."
Newt's mouth opened slowly.
"End my misery. Please."
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"What happened to him?" y/n asked Minho as she tried to remain calm. She played with her fingers until Minho came up with an answer.
"I-I don't know. All I saw was," he paused, clenching his fist, "Newt. He climbed up the shucking vines and he jumped straight off. Newt tried to kill himself." The last five words that came out of Minho's lips, made him bury his head in his arms. Y/n looked over at the sleeping boy on the bed with tears threatening to spill from her eyes. Jeff and Clint seemed to get his leg bandaged up very well. Newt still looked bad and it worried y/n.
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About thirty minutes strolled past before Alby and Minho were instructed to rest, along with Jeff and Clint, from y/n. She promised that she would watch over Newt for the night.
She kept her promise although it was almost dawn and y/n wanted to sleep so bad, but she wanted to be there to comfort Newt when he woke up. As if he even woke up.
About one hour later, Newt started to shift around in the bed. He tossed and turned, whined and cried, and whispered things to himself in his sleep. Y/n hopped by Newt's side and grabbed his shoulders. She began to shake Newt's body, but he wouldn't budge to wake up. Newt let out heavy breaths.
With one more shake, Newt woke up with the most heart wrenching scream that made y/n's heart sink to the floor. Newt's scream was full of terror and sadness. The boy swung his arms around, but y/n swiftly dodged his arms. Once Newt calmed down, y/n noticed his eyes were watery.
Newt slowly looked around, trying to note on where he was. Confusion erupted in his eyes until he connected them with y/n's. Y/n hadn't realized that her eyes had tears in them too. A single drop of water escaped his right eye.
"Newt?" y/n whispered.
"Why am I still here? I thought I was bloody dead?" Newt mumbled under his breath, but y/n could still make out the words. She felt her heart shatter into tiny pieces in the pit of her stomach.
"Why, Newt? Why?" She had asked Newt that question she had been dreading since Minho told her the reason for Newt's visit.
The boy shook his head softly with sadness. "I don't wanna live here anymore. No more maze. No more bloody grievers. I hate this place. I don't feel like myself here, as if I even know myself before this bloody maze. I feel empty, loss." Newt answered honestly. Before he could say anything else, y/n pulled Newt into a hug.
His arms wrapped around her waist and y/n's around his neck. Newt hugged y/n like a pillow. He clenched on to her with fear and worry. The same thing went for y/n. "Don't pull this again. Minho, Alby, they about shucking had a heart attack." y/n realized she wasn't giving him much of a motivational speech. She took a deep breath. "Newt, please don't leave me," y/n whispered loud enough for him to hear.
Newt started to pull back slowly, gliding his lips along her skin until he reach her ear. Newt looked her dead in the eye. His eyes twinkled as a single tear dropped from his right eye. With a small inhale through his nose, Newt plants a soft kiss on y/n's lips. "I'll try," his voice sounded scratchy, "Please don't stop caring for me."
His words sent shivers down y/n's spine.
"Please, y/n, please."
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yikes! a bit long for the first one...but know this is my first imagine I've ever wrote, so it's a bit shaky so slim it until I get better.
I'll gladly take request right here.
and sorry for that ending, I will go cry now...
but welcome to my new book full of the one person we love truly - Newt. I hope you enjoy. Leave suggestions and stuff.
- bye!