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I've got you {request}

This is a request from Subject_A10_tHeLoVeR (pls write your requests in the comments!)

Rosalie's POV

I would have never thought we could make it this far. Any moment could have been my last, but here we are. The sand feels familiar between my toes, like a distant memory. One of the many things WCKD erased from my mind. I think I have never seen any of these people laugh, I mean a real laugh. Ofcourse we've had our share of fun, but this is different. There is nothing else to worry about, no constant fear of death or pain.
I look around the fire. And a smile creeps up when I see Minho telling everyone else the story of how we got there. With a few changes, ofcourse ;). I remember that Newt told us he would join us later, but it has been awhile now. Worry creeps up, while I stand up.

"Hey, Minho. Have you seen Newt yet?" I ask

"No, I think he hasn't left the tent yet"

"Maybe I should check up on him?"

"Yeah, sure, but I'm sure he's fine. He told me he was tired. He probably went to sleep already."

"I'll go check. Thanks, Min"

"No problem, see you kid."

It's really quiet at the tents, ofcourse that is because everyone is at the bonfire. It's strange, I don't think my mind has been this quiet, like, ever. I start calling out for Newt.

"Newt" I whisper, trying not to wake anyone that could be sleeping.

"Newt, where are you?"

Suddenly I hear a sound coming out of one of the tents.

"Newt? Is that you?"

I open the tent and there he is. Sitting on his pathetic attempt of a bed in fetus possition. His breath is heavy and labored. He wheezed through bated breath, his chest tight and constricted. I can see his whole body shudder with every breath he takes. I look at him for a few seconds, my heart aches seeing him like this. This is not the first time something like this happens. It used to happen all the time in the glade, but this time it's different. I thought he was better, I thought we were past this. I can't believe I didn't notice that something was wrong.

"Newt?" I whisper again.

"Are you alright?"

Ofcourse I knew he wasn't alright, but what else does a person say in this position? I carefully sit next to him, making the bed creak. He looks up at me for a second before putting his head against my shoulder. I can feel his shoulders move fast with his unpaced breath. I put my hand on his back, trying to push him closer to me, but no matter how close I push him, he doesn't calm down.

"Newt? Can you please talk to me?"

"I can't" He mutters between two breaths.

We sit there for awhile. I try to match his breath with mine, which seems to help a little. After what feels like an hour, I brush his hair out of his face.

"Newt?"

"What?"

"Why did we save Minho? He's a real shank."

He laughs. Or atleast he tries to.

"I'm serious. I just don't see the point"

"Stop" he laughs.

I look down at him. He's not fine, not yet atleast. One small misstep and his panick attack could start all over again. I push up his chin, making sure that he won't look away. I can't believe I have only known this boy for three years, it seems like forever. Everything about him feels like home, the way his eyes meet mine and the corner of his mouth goes up into a smile, revealing that little dimple I always tease him about.

"I thought you were better"

"Me too"

"What happend?"

"Everything, WCKD, the maze, the scorch, getting infected, you"

"Me? What did I do?"

"Nothing, it's just- Nevermind"

"Newt please talk to me"

"I don't want to, okay?! Leave me alone!"

His breath starts to go faster, while his throath makes weird noises, no more air is getting through.

"Newt, calm down" I whisper

I cup his face in my hand, which he tries to get out of. He was shaking all over again. I shouldn't have said anything, I feel so stupid. I sweep his hair out of his face and try to calm him down while laying my hand on his cheeks. His eyes meet mine again, but he was still breathing heavily. I lean in forward and kiss him slightly. His breathing slows down and he starts kissing back. I break the kiss and Newts breathing is back to normal.

"How'd you do that?"

"You just needed to hold your breath for a second. I figured if I kissed you..."

"Well I think I should have panick attacks more often"

"Shut up, this is serious, I was really worried"

"I'm sorry"

"You better be"

He smiles at me and I smile back at him. I pray everything is over now, I pray we can finally be teenagers again without a care in the world, I pray we don't have to lose anyone else to this stupid virus. Newt brushes my hair away and gives me a concerning look. Ofcourse he notices that I'm worrying, he knows me to well.

"Hey" he wispers, "I've got you"