Newt Imagines- Newt x the reader

Come back

Minho's pov

We keep running, my lungs screaming for air. I've done this a few times, run from a griever, but none have been as extensive as this. They usually give up after a few minutes, but this one seems content on catching us, on getting to the thing in Y/n's hand. We keep running and start losing space. The griever starts catching up to us. We sprint through corridor after corridor, Y/n keeping up with me surprisingly well. But the griever is still too fast for us. I know that eventually, it'll get us. I come up with an idea, last second, right as the griever is 2 meters away from us. "Throw it" I yell at Y/n "Throw.... the thing" I yell, but she mustn't hear me because she doesn't, she just grips it tightly as we continue to run. I know I have to make a split-second decision or the griever's going to attack us, so I decide to take a risk and - right before the griever nicks at our heels - push Y/n to the side to try and protect her from it. But the plan fails.

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Y/n's pov

Minho pushes me to the side and I know why - to try and save me. But instead of the griever following Minho, it takes its time to stop itself, the momentum making it hard, and turn around to face me. I see the look of horror on Minho's face as he realises what's happening and that it was always going to go after me, after the object. I get back up and start sprinting in the opposite direction. I can hear the griever giving chase and know I won't last long. All the running we've already done has made my legs feel like rubber and I don't think I can keep going. The griever starts gaining on me - making up for the time it lost from when we started - and I start slowing down. Not purposely; I just can't keep going. The griever catches up to me and grabs me with its three-pronged claw. Using this device it yanks me into the air. I scream as loud as I can and see Minho cover his ears. I thrash, desperately trying to escape and yell at Minho. "HEELLLPPP!!!!!" I scream "MINHO!!!" I can't stop. I'm utterly terrified and don't know what else to do. It also shows an arm with a saw on the end, holding it close to my face. I keep thrashing and see the griever extend an arm with a needle-like device on the end. I scream again, as I see it get closer. That's when Minho charges at it, trying to knock it off balance. But that's a VERY bad idea. The second he slams into it, the needle jabs into me and it loses balance causing the saw to hit me in the head. I faintly hear the object fall out of my hand and feel like I'm falling, then I see blood. That's the last thing I see before everything goes black.

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Minho's pov

I slam into the griever the side that hits it getting covered in slime. I gag. I look up to see if it helped Y/n at all and find it didn't, if anything it made it worse. The griever sticks its needle in her and the saw that was near her head hits her. The object falls from Y/n hand and the griever drops her, blood pouring from her head. The griever just grabs the object in its claw and walks away calmly. "Y/n!" I yell, panic in my voice. She doesn't respond; passed out. I need to stop the bleeding I think. I grab some bandage from my pack and wrap it around her head. It is completely soaked within seconds. I groan. I need to get her back to the glade before she bleeds out. I take off my jacket and wrap it around her head. It's better than nothing I think. I grab her and sling her arm over my shoulders, pulling her lifeless body up with me when I stand. I half drag, half carry Y/n back to the glade. Fortunately, it's only a 15 minute walk. When I turn and walk down the last corridor towards the glade I hear Chuck yelling and see people crowd around the door to the maze. One person catches my eye; A very worried, pale Newt.

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Newt's pov

I hear Chuck yelling something about Minho and Y/n so I sprint over to him. When I look in the direction he's pointing, I see them. Minho carrying a limp, dead looking Y/n. My heart stops, I can't lose her. I suddenly feel so bad for all the things I said to her the night before. When he gets inside the glade doors he gently puts Y/n down and then almost collapses next to her. I run over to them and feel for Y/n's pulse. It's there and I sigh, filling with relief. "Someone call the Medjacks." I yell over my shoulder. Then turning back to Minho, who sat up by now, I ask "What the bloody shuck happened?" I'm shocked by the mix of anger and worry in my voice. Also the steadiness, I'd expected it to sound like a croak. "Minho!?!" I shout. He's sitting there puffing. I feel bad, but Y/n is unconscious. He catches his breath so he can talk and retells the whole story. "We were being chased by the griever, and it caught us. Y/n tried to run away from it and it, and it." He pauses "And it what?" I say, panic starting to rise inside me. "And it grabbed her with it's claw and lifted her off the ground." I gasp, shocked and horrified and filled with sorrow. But he's not done. "Then I ran into it and it stabbed her with its needle and its saw hit her head. It dropped her after that and ran off. I'm sorry Newt, I really am" He says and I know he means it. Not only is he sorry, but he's actually sincere about it. "I know mate. You got her back here. Now all that matters is keeping her alive'' I say. The Medjacks are here now and are checking Y/n's vitals. They run and get a stretcher to carry her to the Med-hut on. They get her into bed and talk about what to do. "Boys, what's happening?" I ask when I get inside. "Well, we know that she's unconscious, so we've just gotta wait until she comes out of it. If she doesn't in a few hours then we'll have to feed her liquidy food until she does." Clint, one of them says. Then Jeff - the other one - starts talking. "If she doesn't come out of it in a week, then she's probably dead" My mouth hangs open. "No!" I yell, surprising even myself. "She's not going to die. She can't" I say. What I'm really thinking is if she dies there's no way I can keep living. No matter how mad I was at her, I can't live without her. A tear slides down my face and sadness fills my whole being as I remember the fight we had the last time we talked. That feels like such a stupid thing. I just want my Y/n back.