Bad Dreams | Newt x Reader (Being Edited)

Chapter 45-He's Hot but I have Morals (and a Hotter Boyfriend Obviously)

Warnings: mentions of murder, a vague sense of doom.

Y/n's POV

I passed out immediately after Coralie left, drifting in and out of consciousness as I was taken to a medical room and left to sleep on a bed.

Newt leaned over me, brushing his fingertips along my hand. He raised it to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss to my knuckles.

"Please don't leave me," I whispered, trying to reach for him but my body didn't obey. The effort made him blur to a pale face with a blob of blond hair.

"I'm not going anywhere," Newt promised, honey brown eyes following me into the dark.

When I woke again, he was gone and I was alone with two people. I groaned, pushing myself up into a sitting position. My body ached from sleeping, impossibly heavy.

"Hello, Ember," I said, catching sight of her glare. "Hello, random guy."

"Felix," he corrected, standing up and crossing the room. For a moment, with that angry, serious expression and warm earthy skin, he could have been someone dead. "What do you know about Callia Burford?"

Ember's accusing gaze burned my skin, making me look away. I frowned at Felix. "I don't know who that is."

His eyes narrowed in clear suspicion.

"Liar," Ember muttered in agreement.

"Where is everyone?" I asked, climbing out of bed.

They both left the room, leaving me to trail barefoot after them. I had been changed into clean clothes and I grabbed a jacket left at the end of my bed on the way out.

"Mon ange," Élliot said, appearing out of a conjoining corridor. "Come with me."

He grabbed my hand, leading me away from Felix and Ember. Immediately, I pulled my hand free and tucked both of them in my pockets.

"How are you feeling?" he asked, breaking the awkward silence.

"Fine, thank you," I answered, refusing to look at him.

The elevator doors stopped, opening to reveal the grass covered roof. I blinked, noticing the small flowers nestled amongst it. Cool night air brushed against my face as I stepped out.

Élliot led along the stone path to the waist-height concrete wall around the edge of the building. I noticed that some of my friends were there already, sitting on the other side and talking. Alex met my eyes and offered me a grim smile. Thomas and Fry were with him.

We stopped at the edge, both leaning on it. I looked down, feeling dizzy from how high we were. Wind carried up the glass, lifting my hair away from my face.

"What do you want?" I asked, looking out at the dark desert surrounding us. Ruins surrounded the walls, stretching far out into the night. Within the walls it was almost possible to forget that civilization had nearly collapsed. Seeing the ruins of the city beyond the wall made me uncomfortable with the thought of how many had died to the solar flares and disease.

"I only want to talk," Élliot huffed, leaning on one of his arms as he angled his body to face me. "You make me sound as if I'm some big bad villain with some horrific motive. I'm not your enemy, mon ange."

"Stop calling me that."

"You don't even know what it means."

"What does it mean?"

A soft smile spread across his face as the moonlight made his eyes shine. "You'll have to wait and find out."

I rolled my eyes, looking back down the building.