𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖕𝖆𝖎𝖓// 𝘢 𝘯𝘦𝘸𝘵 𝘹 𝘺/𝘯 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺

chapter six: your pov

I've been asleep for nearly a week. My abdomen is no longer screaming in agony, it's more like a whisper of discomfort. Newt. Newt is the first thing on my mind. I sit up, wanting to get out of bed but I know I shouldn't. 

The door soon opens, Vince stepping through the doorway. "Y/N. I wanted to talk to you." He begins. "Yeah?" "What you did was stupid, reckless and very, very dangerous." Vince pauses. "But also very brave. If you hadn't done that, Newt would be long dead by now." He says. "I know. I'm sorry. How is Newt, do you know?" I whisper. "He's doing ok. Still pretty bad, but I think he wants to see you." At that I get up, but am instantly shaken by the change of scenery as I step outside. I am in a bright environment, the sun shining on a blue sky, but not like how it would beat harshly in the Scorch. White, sandy beaches frame the green land, sounds of people filling the air. "Welcome to the Safe Haven, Y/N." Vince is once again beside me. 

Vince was right. Newt was in pretty bad shape. He's asleep just now, but even in his sleep he's managed to tangle himself in me. His hand shakes, I can feel it against mine. His leg has been bandaged- obviously they don't have the materials to cast it here, but it looks like it's doing the job. His ribs are heavily bruised from the broken ribs. I can't even render in my head the pain he must be in. Sleep seems to be his only escape. But even then, nightmares haunt him.

Newt jolts awake, wincing in pain from the myriads of injuries plaguing his body. "Y/N... you're here..." he wraps his arms around me. "Course I am. Vince told me you wanted me." I pull him in. "They told me you were unconscious. I was worried you wouldn't wake up." His words are muffled by my chest, which he currently has his face pressed into. "You know me. I like my sleep." I joke, ruffling his long hair. "Very funny, Y/N. I thought you were dead, you bloody shank." He retorts, finally looking at me. "I'm not ready to leave you yet," I pause. "Newtie." "Bloody hell, I thought you would've forgotten that name by now." He sighs. "Not in a million years, Newtie." "Slim it and let me kiss you." His lips press against mine and I can't help melting into him, wrapping my arms around his neck. 

We kiss for as long as possible, breaking apart every minute or so for air. When we finally pull apart, the both of us are out of breath. "I enjoyed that..." he gasps breathlessly. "Me too..." I pull him in as close as humanly possible. "Can you stay? I haven't seen you in weeks. And I miss you." He says, chocolate brown eyes focusing on mine. "Not planning on leaving." I respond, holding his wrist. "Newt... what is that?" I examine the faded, dark pink veins on his arms. "Oh... Y/N. I forgot to tell you. I had the Flare..." I bolt upright. "You had the what now!!??" I gasp. He pulls me down "shhh, no, it's ok. I'm cured." "How? I thought the Flare was incurable.." I look him in the eye, my hand on his cheek. "You, Y/N. Your blood contained the cure." He says softly, squeezing my hand. "That's why I wanted to get you out of there as fast as possible." He adds, kissing the tip of my nose. "Did it hurt? The Flare?" I ask. "Yeah. Felt kinda like liquid fire was beating through my veins rather than blood." "Sounds like an absolute delight." I tease. He rolls his eyes, ruffling my hair. "I love you, Y/N." Newt murmurs in my ear. "Love you too, baby." I return, cuddling into him.

I wake up the next morning, his head has somehow found its way to my hip. Newt finds the weirdest ways to sleep. "C'mon, dude, that can't be comfy..." I whisper, stroking hair from his face. His eyes flutter open, groaning before I get a very cheerful "huh?" "Good morning, baby." I pull him off my hip and up to my chest. "That was not comfy..." he groans. "How did you even fall asleep like that?" I ask. "I didn't, just woke up like that." He chuckles. "So how did you fall asleep?" I ask, my hand sliding into his. "I think it was something like this." He rests his head on my chest, his hand slipping around my waist. "So how did you end up on my waist?" I raise an eyebrow. "Who bloody knows." I giggle a little and he looks down, a grin pulling at the corner of his mouth.