The Scorch Trials Imagines

Newt

You finally realise you deeply care for him:

We're walking through the scorch, holding the ridiculous sheets above our heads and sweating through the blistering heat. My eyes are drooping, the heat has been making it hard for me to sleep lately and I feel like a walking zombie. A crank. My eyes snap open and I mentally smack myself. I will find the cure, we all will. Suddenly, the sky turns grey and we all look up in shock. Rain is throwing down and the ground is rumbling. Storm. A bright flash illuminates the area. Lightning. Fear courses through me like blood and I follow instinctively as everyone rushes towards the nearest building. Lightning slams into the ground all around me, and I scream as someone next to me falls down in a burst of flames. I don't have time to look at who it was and tears fall down, mixing with the rain and blurring my vision. Flashes show me getting that little bit closer to the building. All I can hear is screams and yells of pain and I sob as I run. How can this be the world we tried so hard to find? I burst through the smashed window and fall onto the hard floor, shards of glass cutting my hand. Blood mixes with water as I try to wipe away my tears and calm my breathing. People are running past me and I can hear shouts and sobs of grief. Newt. Is he here? Did he make it? Newt. I stand up and push past the gladers as I search around. My eyes land on a head of blond hair and run towards him. He looks up, and his eyes lock on mine and he smiles as he registers that it is me. My arms wrap around him tight as I pull him to me.

"Oh my god" I sob. "You're okay, you're okay." I rock with him in my arms as he soothingly rubs circles on my back and kisses my cheek.

"I'm okay. I'm here now. I'm here." he whispers in my ear, as his hand smooths my hair and he tries to calm me down. I pull back and rest my hand on his cheek, and let my forehead fall on his and as I open my eyes and see that his are closed, I realise. I love him.