newt imagines

imagine one: the fall

YOUR POINT OF VIEW

I've just found the lifeless body of my boyfriend, Newt. In a pool of his own crimson blood. I look up at the wall he just jumped from, the ivy that he scaled. And his leg, bent in a horrific angle no leg should ever be bent in.

"Please, Newt. Don't do this..." I whisper into his hair, crying into his blonde locks.

I feel a pulse by his neck. Very soft, but it is there. He's a lot bigger than me, I can't carry him. But what's the point of just leaving him to die? Nobody is benefiting there.

"C'mon, up you come." I say, pulling him up to myself. I hear a soft groan escape his lips the moment pressure is put on his leg.

"Hurts..." he murmurs breathlessly, his head hanging down.

"Wait, stay here. I'm going to get help, ok?" I set him down, minding his head as I set it down.

I run as fast as my legs can carry me, sprinting to Homestead as quickly as I can, slamming the door open to the med hut.

"Help... Newt... needs help..." I gasp, out of breath from my sprint. Clint and Jeff raise their heads, without question following me to the wall where we find Newt, still curled up around his broken leg.

THREE MONTHS LATER

NEWT'S POINT OF VIEW

I can't be a runner anymore. It has been three months and it still hasn't gotten any better. I'm bloody tired of it. Poor Y/N, having to stay by my side 24/7, helping me walk with my horrendous limp. She must be tired of having to help me. Sleeping beside me every night. I'm just watching her sleep just now. Some nights she stays awake all night to watch over me. On my bad nights, when I'm in pain that is. Her head is on my chest, pale pink lips slightly parted. I press a kiss to her forehead, her E/C eyes focusing on mine.

"Morning..." I say softly, stroking her hair.

She yawns, looking up at me, her chin digging into my chest a little.

"How are you feeling?" She asks, her eyes flicking down to my leg.

"It's fine, Y/N. You need to stop worrying about it." I pull her up to my chest.

"You sure?"

"I'm sure, love."