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Sick!Newt X Reader

A/n: Ok yall don't come at me I'm not disrespecting Newts sexuality just in this, since my Oc is a woman I'm writing him as straight. If you're not a girl, feel free to change it. That's all, I hope yall enjoy it, and please leave me other Maze Runner requests or other requests in the comments!

This is set before Teresa but after Thomas, so the reader is the only girl. that being said, for story purposes mostly, Im making it so guys and girls sleep/ room/ live in different huts. Ok, that's all, for real this time lol, Enjoy.

'He probably just wants to sleep a little longer' I reason to myself when Newt doesn't show up to breakfast per usual. I grab a plate of toast and eggs for the both of us and perch at our regular table. It's not too much longer until I finally see the boy groggily making his way over to where I was sitting – and just from the look of him, I immediately understand his unusual slowness. His skin is a pale white, sweat dewing heavily on his forehead; and his eyes looked puffy, red and watery with horrible bags underneath.

"You look terrible," I note, as he heavily plops down next to me, burying his face in his arms on the table.

"Thanks," He grumbles into his arms, "I bloody feel it too."

"I'm sorry," I say sympathetically, scooting in closer and rubbing a hand across his back, "Newt, your skin is on fire, let's go see Clint and Jeff," I exclaim, feeling the body heat radiating through his semi-thick clothes.

"No! I'm fine, really." He picks his head up from the table as if it would prove his health.

"Yeah? Go on, eat some eggs then." I snap back, challenging his statement.

He obediently raises a forkful to his mouth, but as he chews his face turns a slight shade of green and he quickly puts the fork back down, "I'm not hungry." He quickly tries to explain off.

I chuckle lightly at him, "Newt, it's because you're sick. The medjacks will have something for you!" But of course, he couldn't just accept help and had to be stubborn as usual.

"I'm fine love, anyways I need to head to the garden to start working, I'll see you later." He said quickly, as though he was trying to hurry, before rushing away.

Newt managed to hold it together and get his work done, albeit quite shakily, for about 2 full hours before his nausea finally overpowered him and he was forced to stop. He muttered a quick 'be back in a bit' to the rest of the Gardners before rushing off and out of the way of the other gladers eyes.

Not having much else to hide behind in the relatively open area, Newt quickly ducks behind a random storage shed about 50 yards away, his legs not allowing him to move any further anyways.

He held a hand over his mouth and breathed in and out heavily bracing the majority of his weight on the shed wall. The way his stomach was churning and the sudden chills he got made Newt very acutely aware of the fact he was gonna puke any second.

"Oh shuck... oh shuck..." he mumbled wearily behind his hand. He clenched his eyes shut as he felt his throat hitch. Newt finally resigned to the face he couldn't hold nausea at bay any longer, as his stomach continued to clench and swirl painfully inside him.

He gagged harshly causing him to fold at the middle as the first wave of sick forced itself up his throat and into the grass. He gets a moment of peace to catch his breath before a too wet belch throws him into another bout of vomiting.

Right as the second, much smaller wave was forcing itself up his esophagus and onto the ground, Newt felt a familiar, comforting pair of arms wrap about him to steady his shaking form. One of (y/n)'s arms were supporting Newt while the other was occupied with gently rubbing his back, hoping to comfort him.

Since he didn't eat breakfast, after the second sick spell his stomach was pretty much empty only bringing up small amounts of stomach acid at this point. I let him dry retch for a few more seconds before finally deciding he was done and pulling him into my body. He protests for only seconds before melting into my embrace. "So not fine, huh?" I tease him lightly.

He just rolls his eyes at my remark before groaning lightly as his stomach twisted painfully. "Medjacks?" I question him gently, though it sounded more like a statement. He just shook his head, saying he didn't wanna bother them. "Well if you don't go to the medjacks, then you have to let me take care of you, that's the deal. Don't let me take care of you, and I will gladly drag your sick ass to the medjacks hut, ok?" He just nods again, too exhausted to fight me, and allows me to lead him back off to my hut.

It took a long ass time as we had to stop multiple times, but finally, I managed to get my sick boyfriend into my hut and onto my bed. I managed to pull his shoes & over-sweater off and tuck him in pretty smoothly, without him putting up much of a fight. I leave quick to grab a glass of water and a cold compress for his fever, then quickly make my way back. I was happy to see he didn't move when I got back and had actually managed to fall asleep.

I knew he probably wasn't gonna stay this peaceful and willing throughout his sickness, but for now, I was gonna take advantage of it, and ofc soak in all the cute Newt moments.

A/n: Welp I hope you enjoyed it, sorry it's been so long yall. Let me know any requests you have in the comments, BYEEE!!!