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HE STARTLED WHEN HE AWOKE, that hazy watercolor sky becoming a sharp bright light as his eyes focused like a camera. he registered the dull, throbbing pain and groaned. he felt like he was floating. the ground underneath him was moving too fast for his liking. his breath came out ragged and rough. he spit phlegm onto the ground. suddenly he was sat down on a cot, presumably in the medjacks hut.
"Cmon, we have to get this off you." a voice murmured, tugging on his shirt. Newt?
"sure 'ya don't wanna take me on a date first?" he said, coughing out a bit of blood that soaked his teeth, making his mouth taste like undesirable iron.
"I cant believe you're joking right now. I thought you were dead." Newt said, running a finger along the cut, and Atlas shivered. He threw up a weak middle finger.
"Screw you. cant get rid of me that easily."
Suddenly, one of the medjacks approached him from behind, wrapping a thick white bandage around his middle. Atlas winced, and Newt ran a comforting hand along his knuckle.
"Jesus, how the hell did you even survive out there?" Clint said, wrapping another layer around it. Atlas threw a blood soaked smile his way.
"Raw power." He said, throwing up a gun sign with his fingers. Newt laid him down on the cot.
"Okay...i'm going to wait for the bleeding to stop. Then you're gonna need stitches." Clint said, and Atlas jerked.
"You fought off a griever and still are scared of a needle?" Newt said, stroking his hair, and Atlas leaned into the touch. His vision suddenly blanked out a bit.
"Atlas?" the voice sounded like it was underwater, gurgled and murky.
"Its okay...."
"....normal, should happen...."
"....his body ......exhausted from healing..."
He heard bits and pieces of the conversation, before his vision totally blanked out on him.
The next and final time he awoke it was dawn, but he felt significantly better than he originally did. His head felt a little more clear and his hearing and vision was fine. The pain in his stomach dulled to a simple throb. He looked down and saw clean bandages, and a hand over his stomach. He trailed his eyes up willowy pale skin, reaching a bony shoulder that connected to the face of Newt.
He's still here?
and then he remembered that dream—or memory or whatever it was he had.
you know, that when all of this is over, and said and done, he will be by your side. no matter the situation.
He looked at Newts peaceful face and suddenly felt choked up, like his heart was on fire deep in his chest. This boy—was the only thing keeping him going out in the maze. Atlas was tethered to him like a lifeline, the anchor in all of this. But he didn't know why, even as he stroked his thumb against the taller boys knuckles. He didn't know this boy, or maybe he did? But deep down, Atlas knew—that in whatever past life he had before this, Newt and him were in love. He didn't know why or how or even when it happened, but it did. and Atlas had come to accept it. But that didn't stop him from analyzing the boys facial features. Like a moth drawn to a flame.
Just who are you, Newt?
OHMIGOSH i'm so so so sorry. this took so long to come out. i lost my passion for writing this but then my slutty ass for love decided to come back in full force and i'm feelin all mushy. have some soft times and sarcastic atlas as always love u xo
