Newt Imagines- Newt x the reader

Please, y/n, Please

Newt's Pov

I sit on a chair beside y/n's bed watching her chest slowly rise and fall with each shallow breath she takes. Her small, cold hand rests in mine, as I wait for her to wake up. It's all my fault, I can't deny it. I've been so selfish lately, thinking that if I ignore her everything would go back to the way it was. "Please y/n, wake up. It's been two days since I've seen you alive and well." Suddenly a rush of memories flood back to me and tears begin to sting my eyes. "I remember.... hearing your laugh everyday, when we worked in the gardens, your gorgeous y/e/c eyes that would shine brightly in the sunlight. And I remember our first kiss, deep in the Deadheads. I never thought I'd ever find someone like you y/n. You've made me realise how precious life is; one day you have everything, the next, nothing. It gets taken away from you." I feel a tear slip down my face and land on our joined hands. "You are my everything y/n, you're my reason to live. I told you I'd protect you, but I haven't. I don't deserve someone as kind and as generous as you. I know I haven't been the nicest person lately, and I completely regret it. I'm so, so sorry, y/n. But, I love you too much to let you go, not now, not ever. Just, make it through this, if not for me, not for you, but for Chuck, Minho, everyone here who cares for you. I don't want to go back to my life before you came here. We're gonna fight this together. Just promise me you'll make it. I love you y/n" I stand, still holding her hand, and it's all I can manage to do. I feel like if I just stand still, I can stop it from being true, I can pretend that everything's all right. I can't bear to see her like this anymore, I need some time alone, away from all this. With tears streaming down my face, I only manage three words as I walk out of the room, barely audible.

"Please y/n, please"

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Minho's pov

I see Newt finally come out of the Med-hut, looking broken. He's been in there since I brought Y/n back from the maze - that was yesterday afternoon! It's practically been a whole day - and I don't think he's eaten. I feel so bad for him. If I feel this bad about what happened I can't even start to imagine what he's feeling. I know everyone's feeling the burden of the griever attack, but he's got it worse than all of us. I see him walk over to the tree Y/n sat at when I teased her. He sits there and cries. It breaks my heart to see my mate like this so I walk over to him. I sit down beside him and don't say a word. Neither one of us talks for half an hour, by then he's finished crying. I don't know what to say, so I sit there just being there for him. Eventually he starts talking. "I can't believe it mate" He starts "I feel like an actual piece of klunk, ya know?" I nod. "I just feel so bad for fighting with her. That was the last time we talked and now it might be the last time ever" He says, tears streaming down his face again. "Newt, don't talk like that, she's going to be fine" I say, only half convinced. He sniffs and nods. "It's just, I don't know how long I can stay strong without her, she kept me alive in this place" I nod, I know what he means. He loves her, she means everything to him. I know what he's going through must be terrible. "C'mon why don't we go get something to eat, you look like you need it" I say, trying to lift his mood a little bit. We get up and walk over to the kitchen. It isn't time for a meal, so we have to raid the fridge. Well I raid the fridge, Newt just sat at the table moping. "Seriously dude?" I ask. He looks confused. "Come over and help, you shank" I say. He gets up, a hint of a smile on his face and helps me gather food. Frypan walks in, shouting at us. "What are you idiots doing?" He yells, then seems to see that it's us and just walks around the counter, giving us an extra apple. "Thanks man" I say, and he nods, knowing what Newt's going through. We go back to the tree with our food and sit.

Newt's pov

Once we finish eating, Minho jumps up, yanking me up with him. "Ok mate" he starts. "Were gonna go see if anyone has something interesting to do. We really need it" He says, laughing slightly. We walk over to Alby and Chuck, and see that they aren't doing much either. Chuck perks up a little bit when we walk over, but other than that there isn't any acknowledgement at our arrival. Minho groans. "Uuuhhh, come on guys!" He says. "We need to do something or we're all gonna die of boredom" I nod, agreeing. "Why don't we play tag" Chuck mumbles, almost to himself "Yeah, sure why not?'' Chuck looks up surprised, almost as if he hadn't expected anyone to answer him. "Wait, really?" He asks. Minho simply nods. "OK, everyone, grab some gladers, meet near the box in half an hour" Alby says. "We'll have a big game of tag to lift everyone's spirits." Minho and I walk around, telling gladers to meet at the box. By the time the half hour is up, about 90 percent of the gladers are gathered at the box. "OK, everyone knows the rules." Alby yells "So let's play. I'll be in to start" He continues, his voice bouncing off the glade walls. He counts to three and everyone runs away. Alby sprints after the boys closest to him and gets one. Then he gets another one. We play for hours. It's the most fun, most confusing thing ever. Keeping up with who's in was so complicated. But I really did enjoy myself, even though I was in a few times. Doing this definitely lifted my spirits. After our game Frypan made a huge dinner. It was one of the best meals he's ever made. We all went to bed with full stomachs. Well, everyone else went to bed; I went back to the Med-hut to stay with Y/n overnight.