Since We Were Kids // Death Cure (Newt x Reader)

Chapter Eleven

Teddy's POV

After untangling my legs from the sheets I scramble out of the bed. My heart is still beating rapidly as I wonder what would've happened if Violet hadn't come in the room. Newt is starting to get off the bed, and I wonder if he's thinking the same thing. But my thoughts slowly shift when I look at him more clearly.

He's beautiful. Everything about him.

I start to get this weird jittery feeling in my stomach when I think about us. I'm in love with my best friend, and it seems like it might be the smartest and craziest decision in the world.

"I'm gonna find a bathroom," I inform him, while putting my shoes and jacket on.

"Okay," Newt replies. I reach to the foot of the bed and hand him his jacket after the sleeves on mine are successfully pulled up my arms. "Thanks," he mumbles.

Before I walk away completely I peek back into the room. While he's tying the lace on his boot, I watch his eyes shut tightly and he bites his lip after inhaling a sharp breath. I stop in my tracks, peeking further into the room and furrowing my eyebrows. My first thought- actually i don't have a first thought I'm nothing but confused. What could he possibly be wincing at? Did I hurt him somehow? I don't think I did! Should I ask him if he's okay...? Maybe he doesn't want to be bothered. What's the right thing to do?!

My eyes are still on him as he releases the grip on his wrist and begins to tie the newt boot— this time more gently.
Okay... maybe his wrist cramped up. Is that possible?

Just look for a bathroom, Teddy.

I shake away my thoughts and speed walk down the foreign hallway, peeking through more doors but this time trying to find the restroom.

When I finally find it, I wash my face immediately. It feels oily, and dirty. I haven't washed it in days. The mirror above the sink is cracked, but still useable. The bathroom itself is tiny, it could probably only fit another person.

Looking into my own eyes, the familiarity grazes over. I think about the previous day, that man I saw before the explosion. The eyes that compare to the ocean. Was that really yesterday? It feels like a million years ago. It isn't until now when I realize my eyes are the same color. It's crazy- if I look in the mirror and into my own eyes it's almost like I never left that scene. As much as it made me feel uneasy, (the outcome of feeling someone starring you down) when my eyes met his I felt safe, almost. It's weird to think about now, because in the moment I was too lost to even think.

I shake my head almost like it will clear my thoughts. I need to focus on one thing at a time here. And first things first: Minho.

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After scrubbing my face for a few minutes, I cup my hands, letting water fill up as much as possible, then I take a sip. I don't care how dirty this water is I'm in so much need of a drink. My throat feels so dry, and I can't even remember the last time a had a drink of water.

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Refreshed is the only word I can use to describe the feeling I have once Im done in the bathroom. I can't even tell you how long I've been in here... I've completely lost track of time. Though I know it hasn't been that long- if I were to guess I would say ten minutes. My perception of time may or may not be screwed up.
Right now I'm standing in front of the cracked mirror, just starring at myself. I dread leaving the small room. Although I don't know why. Nerves, maybe? My stomach feels twisted, but I'll get over it.

I slash my face with water once more and finally walk out of the bathroom. I walk down the darkish, dirty hallway to look for my friends.

"Hey."