𝐒𝐔𝐁𝐉𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝐀𝟖 || 𝐧𝐞𝐰𝐭

𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐢𝐞𝐬 // 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐬

"Really?" you asked, tears flowing again, but from happiness.

"I-I do love you," Newt said weakly.

"Then why the bloody shuck did you jump?" you asked.

"I-I thought there was no way out," he admitted. "I've been here three years, Y/N. We haven't found anything. And-and Gally-"

"Oh my shucking god," you got up, ruffling his hair. "Clint, Jeff, he's away!"

"Did I do something wrong?" Newt asked.

"No!" you yelled from outside.

"I'll go see what she's doing," Minho told Newt as the Medjacks rushed in. "And keep her out of trouble."

"Too late," Jeff remarked as he got to Newt. "Go look."

Newt and Minho looked at each other. "Oh, shit."

Minho jogged outside to see you being gently held back by Alby, and a screaming Gally being held back by Ben.

Gally's nose was bleeding everywhere, and you were hollering at the top of your lungs

"How could you?!" you screamed at Gally, getting free of Alby. Minho ran and restrained you, his arms proving too strong to struggle out of. "You almost killed him!"

"How?" Gally spat. "How?"

"You said words that weren't true, that would make anyone lose hope, and act like you don't know the consequences of your actions?" you railed at Gally, thrashing in Minho's grasp.

"I agree," Alby said neutrally, in his calming voice. "We Gladers need to look after each other, okay? So, Gally, two days in the Slammer without food and-"

He held up his hand as Gally started to protest. "Argue, and I'll make it three. Y/N, you shouldn't've hit him. A day without food, but no Slammer."

You nodded, aware that you'd lost your temper. "Sorry, Alby. I didn't wanna cause any shit."

He sighed. "I understand. Now, you should check on Newt."

Your e/c eyes widened in realisation and you ran back into the Medical Hut. "Clint? Jeff?"

You turned quickly at the sound of footsteps, seeing an equally worried Minho.

"In here!" Clint's voice called. You and Minho raced in to find Newt shaking and whimpering with pain.

"Minho," Jeff ordered, all business. "I need you to hold him down. Clint and I are resetting his leg, three times, so he's gonna be in a lot of pain, alright?"

You looked down at his sweaty face, and you knew that whilst he was normally trying to hold everyone together, this time he needed to be held together. You carefully sat next to him on a chair, and took his hand in yours, squeezing it gently. He looked up at you, grimacing a smile, and just as he had calmed, Jeff and Clint reset the bones.

All of them.

Newt howled hoarsely, squeezing your hand so tightly you winced, but you squeezed back, hoping it would distract him from the pain. Jeff and Clint bound the leg tightly as Minho gently released Newt. You saw a tear gently trace its way down the cheek of the boy you loved, and you knew that the normally composed Newt didn't cry.

"Are you okay?" you asked him softly.

Newt looked down at his leg, and Clint, Jeff and Minho took that as a cue to leave you alone.

"No," he whispered.

"I'm sorry I was wasn't there for you," you cried, your tears dripping down your cheeks and mixing with his. "I'm sorry I didn't comfort you sooner. I'm sorry I didn't tell you I loved you so you thought you were alone. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

"Y/N, Y/N," Newt looked up at you. He pushed a loose strand of hair behind your ear, his hand lingering on your cheek. "This wasn't your fault. I'm so sorry for hurting you, for not being strong enough for you. And I'm cursing myself, kicking myself that I jumped off that wall."

"I should've been there for you," you sobbed.

"Hey, hey, Y/N, please look at me," Newt waited until your e/c eyes met his soft brown ones. "I forgive you."

He sat up a little, and leaned forward. You moved in slowly, feeling his warm breath over your face. You were so close you could see yourselves reflected in each other's tears.

Slowly, ever so gradually, your lips met. Newt's were soft, and gentle, and heartbroken. You gently tried to show him how you would help him pick up all of those broken pieces, how you would always be there for him.

His lips tasted like salt: like the tears you had both cried and were now mixing with each shared breath. You separated quietly, smiling softly at each other.

"And I forgive you," you whispered.

- - -

"Hey! Y/N!" someone yelled as you and Minho came jogging back out of the Maze at the end of another exhausting day, the doors beginning to close behind you. "C'mere!"

You saw it was Winston yelling from the other end of the Glade. You ran over to him.

"What's up, Winston?" you asked, hands on your hips as you tried to catch your breath in the most composed way possible.

"Newt told me to tell you he's waiting for you in the Deadheads," the Slicer waved his machete haphazardly in the general direction, making you wince and rapidly step away from the tool.

"He got out of bed?" you rolled your eyes. "I'll bloody kill the stupid shank..."

Winston laughed to himself as you walked off, shaking your head and muttering curses under your breath.

"Newt?" you called, walking around the trees, still being fairly new to the Glade and not knowing your way around the best. You heard a faint 'here!' and followed it to a shallow pool that reflected the green-sprinkled forest canopy. Newt sat by its edge, resting his injured leg in it.

Clint and Jeff and said he'd always have a limp...

"Come sit," Newt patted the ground by him, and you gladly sat down, curling your legs beneath you and leaning your head on his shoulder. You could tell something was bothering him by the way he kept staring straight ahead.

"What's up?" you asked, shivering happily as he stroked your hair gently.

"Did you mean it, Y/N?" Newt whispered quietly, sounding terrified and insecure.

"Mean what?" you replied just as softly.

"Mean you loved me?" Newt said.

You pulled back from his shoulder so you could look him in the eyes. "Of course I did. You're the cutest guy I've ever seen!"

He chuckled at that, but the laugh didn't reach his eyes.

"Why are you so worried about it?"

Newt sighed. "Because ... because I'm not some perfect dream guy. I-I tried to kill myself, I-I hurt you-"

"Okay, stop right there," you glared at Newt. He shut up, rapidly. "First, I thought we'd already been over this. I love you. Second, everyone, everyone is imperfect. Minho is, Gally is, I am, you are. And who wouldn't be despairing when they're stuck in this awful Maze?"

"You," Newt said. "You - Y/N, y-you're unshakeable-"

"I might seem like that," you interrupted again. "But I'm terrified, and scared, and a little hopeless. Like I said before, I'm imperfect. But I've got you, Newt." you leaned in again. "And that's enough to make me fearless."

Your lips met again, and this time, Newt believed you.

And now, not only was his leg mending.

His heart was as well.

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