Newt x Y/n - Maze Runner

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Y/n POV:
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My eyes slowly flickered open when an intense pain shot up my arm and I groaned. Shifting around the and I looked around the room. My eyes settled on a pair of blue eyes looking down at me.

Newt smiled, rubbing my hand with his thumbs. "How you feeling gorgeous?"

I tried to sit up but the pain and Newt stopped me. He ran one hand across my shoulder.

"Where are we?"

He smiled and tilted his head to the side, "Medical hut. Jeff fixed you up."

I took a deep breath, letting the pain in my arm slowly decrease and I smiled.

Newt lent down, his breath touching my cheeks quickly before his lips landed on mine. We stayed there for a moment until pulling apart.

I smiled and sat up, looking at him, his hair was unbrushed and small dark lines formed under his red shiny eyes.

"Have you been crying?" My hand rubbed his cheek making his blush lightly.

"We should be focusing on you." His hand pressed against mine that was still on his cheek.

"And I'm fine. Why were you crying?"

He breathed a quick laugh, "I'm sorry I was worried about my girlfriend being stuck in He maze." He giggled.

A large grin came over my features and he immediately realised what he had said, "girlfriend?" I teased.

He started to stutter, "w-well, uh, if you want to- ugh." He hit his forehead with his palm making me giggle.

"Oh course I do."

A grin flowed onto his features and his hand snaked around my head, hand intertwining with my hair and pulling me forwards into a strong kiss.

After the sharing of saliva, we pulled apart and both smiled. I lent back, the pain in my arm still making me squeeze my hand into a tight fist for a second before it settled again. Newt rubbed my hand and sighed.

"What happened in there?" His eyes lowered after flicking to the door.

All the memories came shooting back and I shrank down, feeling my face become wet with light tears. Newt quickly noticed and swept them away with his fingers and held my head up with his hand on my chin.

"You don't have to tell me if it's to much, love." He nodded as he spoke.

My eyes lowered again and I took a deep breath, "Minho, Thomas and I ran into a griever... it chased us and I saw a way to lead it away from the others."

Newt hung onto every word of the story, listening intently and silently calming me with a nod or a hand squeeze whenever I stopped and took a breath.

"So I ran and it followed me when I hid in a vine pile thing. After a while, the doors started to close and I sprinted to the entrance but when I reached it there was another griever in the way."

The image of the beast flashed through my mind and I scrunched up my nose. It's long spiny tail with its stinger attached at the end and the thin, bony legs that hung from the slimey body it had.

A shiver ran down my spine and Newt gently rubbed my palm that lay in his lap.

"It attacked me and bit me," I nodded to the bandaged up wound in my arm making Newt flick his eyes from my face and grimaced.

"But I stabbed it in its eye and it ran off but the doors had closed so I went an hid in the ivy hole thingy for the night. Until the morning where Minho and Thomas found me then I passed out and... woke up... here, with you." I took another deep breath and Newt hugged me again.

He kissed the end of my nose when my stomach rumbled and I frowned along with Newt.

"When did you last eat?" he asked.

I thought about it for a moment, "I didn't have a chance to eat yesterday and I wasn't here for tea and I haven't eaten today so... 2 days ago."

His face almost immediately flattened and he jumped up.

"Where are you going?" I asked, shifting and then regretting the movement quickly.

He kissed me forehead and held my chin, "To get you food, and tell the others you woke up. Minho has been worried sick since he lost you."

I giggled and shifted in the bed as Newt walked out, bracing myself for when the rest of the boys came in.