Your POV
It was a normal day in the glade. The sun was out, birds were singing and everyone was working hard as usual. I'd treated guys injuries cause I'm a med-jack. Nothing too serious, thankfully.
Thomas had come in with a small cut on his hand. He'd tripped on a rock and sliced his hand on his machete. He sat down on a make shift bed and held his hand up to me.
"Honestly Thomas, you're so clumsy" I giggle as I dab the wound to clear the blood. Thomas winced a bit. "I think gravity hates me" he chuckled. "Aww how can anyone hate TomTom?" I smile at him. Thomas frowns playfully. He hates that nickname.
We continue to talk as I stitch his large hand up. "So how are things with you and Newt?" He smirks. I giggle and don't make eye contact with him. "We're not dating or anything but it's kinda like we're friends with benefits, if you get my drift" I confess to him. Thomas nods as I finish with his stitches. "How come you don't have a stupid nickname for him?" Thomas asks. "I do. It's Newtie the Cutie" I giggle. Thomas chuckles.
"Right don't put too much pressure on that hand other wise you'll rip the stitches, make sure you come back in a week and your hand should be healed and I'll be able to take the stitches out." I explain. We say goodbye and he leaves. My mind wonders back to Newt.
We have an strange relationship. Both of us like each other, but neither of us wants to say it. I think he likes me back. Hopefully he does cause I really like him. So far we've only hugged and kissed on the cheek. Nothing too passionate. Unfortunately.
The day came to an end and everyone gathered around for dinner. I sat with Newt, Thomas and Chuck. The maze walls were about to shut in 15 minutes. "How was Glade running today Newt?" I asked, smiling.
"Bloody tiring. Mainly Alby bossing me around" he laughed. I placed my hand on his. "Hey you do your best. I'm sure you'll be bossing him around soon enough." I giggle. Newt looked at our hands and grinned. "Thanks love that means a lot"
"Anytime shuck face" I giggle.
After dinner, I went in the dead heads up a tree. I usally did this. It was nice to be alone sometimes. Especially since I'm the only girl and most of the guys would hit on me with there pathetic pick up lines.
Everything was peaceful, quite and I just listened to the sounds of nature as I calmly drifted off to sleep.
Newt's POV- Night fell and I was sat on a log with my best pal Tommy. We were laughing and joking around until someone started yelling. "THE DOORS ARE NOT CLOSING!! THEY'RE NOT CLOSING!! THE GRIEVERS!!"
Me and Tommy looked at each other with a panicked expression. I jolted up and saw that the doors weren't closed. Then came the ear piercing screech of the unholy grievers. The Gladers started screaming and running about, fearful for their lives.
My mind rushed from, 'what the hell do we do?' to 'shuck! Where the hell is Y/N?'
"Come on Newt we gotta go!" Tommy yelled, pulling my arm. "We have to find Y/N!" I protested but he dragged me to the map room.
In the room stood, Gally, Minho and a few more Gladers. Gally held me back as I was kicking and screaming to get out the door to find Y/N. "Newt you're not going to do her any good if you're dead!" Minho argued.
"What if she's out there all alone? What if the bloody grievers get to her? I NEED to help her Minho! I can't just leave her! I love her to bloody much to just to let her go!" I cried.
"I know you do mate, but what if she's found a safe spot to hide? What're you gonna do? Run out there and get attacked by the grievers yourself? Whilst she watches?" Minho pointed out. I took in what he said and calmed down. I sat down with my head in my hands and sighed.
