Second Time Around // Newt x Reader

8

              You have been laying in the same uncomfortable position for the last three hours and your back is starting to hurt real bad. But anytime you try to move, pain moves through your whole body. You were in enough pain. Newt somehow got Winston to stitch up the wounds. Well Winston because he was used to seeing blood, and he did a somewhat nice job. You don't know how, but you eventually fell asleep.

You were sitting in a small room, alone. You were sat on the floor in the corner. You were hugging your knees to your chest, while you were crying. There was no furniture at all in the room. Nothing. Just you. The room was completely white. No light shown from anywhere. It was dark but you could still see somehow. You were starving, cold, lonely, dirty. You didn't feel any sanity slipping away, if whoever put you in here intended that. You were starving. You didn't know how but you knew you haven't eaten in days. Maybe a week. There were trays stacked upon trays of food by a slot in the wall. Some of your favorite foods. But you didn't feel like eating. You would rather starve. Something was on your mind. Not the room, not the Maze, not anything. Just one specific thing. A boy. He had (your crushes hair color), (your crushes eye color), and was (shorter or taller than you). You were best friends once, but you felt like you didn't know him anymore. Not at all now. His image didn't ring a bell. You didn't recognize him, at all. Memories flashed in your mind, but you forgot them almost instantly. You buried your head in your hands as the tears came harder. A stinging sensation came when the tears ran down your arms. You rolled up the shirt sleeve to reveal a series of scratches, cuts, bruises, and bandages from your last test these people put you through. You rolled your sleeves back down and buried your face in your hands again. You went through that test with him. You knew each other from when you were little but, that's when you felt closest to him.

You felt someone shaking you awake gently. You knew it wasn't Minho, he would have thrown water on you or screamed at you to wake up. Thomas would have tickled you, he was your best friend (other then Minho and Newt) and he knew exactly where you were most ticklish. Alby, Gally, and Winston wouldn't even bother trying, unless there was an emergency. Chuck would have scared you in some way. So that only left Newt, who would most likely do exactly what was happening.

"What?" You groaned sleepily rubbing the sleep out of your eyes before even opening them.

"Greenie is coming up again. Maybe we wont know this one this time." Newt said. He reeked of morning breath.

"Go brush your teeth, then come talk to me."

"No."

That's when he did something so completely disgusting you wanted to punch him. He started it when you were finally healed from your second chronic headache. You don't know why but, you thought it was cute, funny, and annoying all at the same time. Especially when he had morning breath.

He blew in your face.

"Oh my God." You sat up. "That was completely uncalled for."

"Exactly why I did it." He answered crossing his arms and shifting his weight to one foot.

"Your disgusting."

"Thank you."

"So. I'll make a deal with you. You go brush your teeth and I wont give you a hard time getting me out of bed when you come back."

Newt smiled. "What special way are you going to use today?"

You always had special ways of getting out of bed. You only did it when it was Thomas, Minho, or Newt, though. Last time Newt came to wake you up you just groaned, rolled into a burrito in your blankets and onto the floor in front of him.

"I have no idea yet."

"Fine. I'll be back in a second." He jogged out of the Med-Jack hut.

You laid back in your bed and pulled the covers over your head. You closed your eyes for a couple minutes just enjoying the silence. You heard footsteps coming. You pulled the covers tighter over your head.