Desire ❃ newt

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The Gladers around me gasped as they saw Gally go down, hard. They finally realized that I wasn't weak after all. I smirked in accomplishment before I was pulled back by strong hands around my torso.

"I'm gonna freaking kill you!" Gally snapped, jumping up and lunging towards me. But before he had a chance, two other Gladers held him back.

"I'd like to see you try!" I yelled over the commotion of the Gladers reacting to the fight. I fought to get out of the persons grip I was in, but he was too strong. Newt was too strong.

I was starting to be dragged to the familiar building these people call a homestead. I struggled in the persons grip, trying to take my anger out on Gally again.

"Calm down, Greenbean." Newt ordered as I was jerked away from the scene, as was Gally.

"Then let go of me." I growled, trying to pry his hands away from my torso. My fingers turned white at how much of my strength I was using.

I heard Newt laugh behind me. "Not a chance."

We finally made it to an empty room in the homestead. I was sat on the bed as Newt locked the door. I was planning on running out and hiding out in the deadheads, guess he knew what I was thinking.

My gaze fell on my now stinging hand. My knuckle was bloodly and raw. I could tell it was going to bruise since I couldn't even move it without wincing.

"It hurts." I winced as I tried to move my hand.

Newt was across the room, getting random stuff out of dust-coated cabinets. "It's gonna," he chuckled. "you punched someone in the jaw."

"You're really amused by this, huh?" I asked, taking note of how much he has laughed and smiled ever since I punched Gally.

"Yeah." He said plainly, his smile not leaving his face.

I just frowned and shook my head, looking back down at my hand.

Newt held a tray in his hands that carried peroxide, a bowl of water with a small clothe in it, gauze, and a tube of cream. He kneeled down in front of me and took my wrist. I still didn't look up, kind of embarrassed at my earlier actions.

"How did you manage to cut up your hand?" Newt chuckled as he grabbed the cloth in the water and rung out the excess water.

I just shrugged, not really having an answer.

He placed the damp cloth on my knuckles, gently wiping the dried blood off. Next, he grabbed the peroxide and guided my hand so it was hovering over the red-stained water in the bowl. Without warning, he poured the peroxide on my cuts, making a stinging sensation swarm through my hand. I winced and quickly pulled my hand back.

He quickly looked up at me, a worried expression on his face. "Sorry." He mumbled, his British accent more prominent. He took my hand and put the cream over my cuts. He then wrapped the gauze around my knuckles before standing up to put the stuff away.

I quickly stood up, ready to walk out and wait for Thomas, Alby, and Minho to come out of the maze.

"Wait," a hand on my wrist stopped me from leaving. "are you okay?" Newt asked, taking his hand off of my wrist.

"Yeah." I lied, faking a smile.

He raised his eyebrows at me, knowing I was lying. I huffed and fully turned to him.

"Okay, maybe I'm not okay." I said quietly, not making eye contact with him. "It's just..." I sat back on the bed. "Thomas, Minho, and Alby are out there." I referred to the maze. "And I have a feeling that there not coming back anytime soon."

I felt the bed sink next to me. "They'll make it." He tried to reassure me and himself, but it didn't work.

"How are you so sure?" I looked up at him, my eyes begging to shut because of how tired I was.

"Because," he pulled me closer to him. I leaned into his side. "I just know."

I didn't bother to say anything else, I just let my eyes finally shut.