The Feeling (Newt x Reader)

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- Y/N Perspective -

     A light, there was a bright white light. Am I dead? All I remembered were the maze doors closing and seeing Newt's face, crying as he screamed my name and then a Griever. I remembered feeling pain, like something stabbed me and then just complete and utter darkness. I squinted at the light, I was lying down on something, something soft like a bed. There are beds in heaven? I thought as I looked down. My chest was bandaged, gauze wrapped around my abdomen tightly. I looked at my hands, then my arms and then my entire body as I slowly sat up, wincing at the pain. Something seemed different about my body. I was clean. It was like somebody had washed off all the dirt and grime. My clothes were different too, I wore a loose light blue pants, almost like pajama pants and I wore a matching light blue T-shirt. The outfit looked like something someone would wear to the hospital. Heaven has hospitals? And they bandage people up? I looked around the room, confused. I was in a white room, everything from the floors to the ceiling was white, even the bed I lay on was white. There was a door as well and above the door there was a .. A camera? I slowly pushed myself off the bed and walked towards the door. I was startled when the door suddenly swung open and a woman in a lab coat walked in, surprised to see me. I gulped and quickly pinched myself, wincing at the pain. Okay, I'm definitely not dead.
     "Y/N, I'm surprised to see you awake, let alone standing. You should get back in your bed, you haven't fully recovered." The woman brought with her a briefcase and sat by a desk which was by my bed. I totally did not see that desk, what's going on? I decided to obey her, besides she was probably right, it was hard to move with my upper body all bandaged up anyways. I slowly walked back to the bed, taking baby steps.
     "W-what is this place? Where am I?" I asked, struggling to talk as I climbed back onto the bed.
     "We'll tell you all that you need to know once you are fully recovered." The woman smiled. Unfortunately, her smile wasn't one that I would trust. Something felt off about her and I quickly decided I wouldn't trust her. She sighed and grabbed something out of her briefcase. A looked up at the wall and then back at her and suddenly in her hand she held a needle. I let out a quiet gasp as I stared at the thing.
     "Don't worry Y/N, we just need to take some tests, you won't feel a thing." She smiled that same untrustworthy smile as she stuck the needle inside the fold of my right arm, I winced at the pain. Liar, I knew I couldn't trust her. I watched as my blood flowed into the syringe. The woman took a second syringe out, this time it had some sort of liquid inside. She grabbed my other arm and before I could speak, she stuck the needle into my other arm. I groaned, this needle was much more painful than the last. I suddenly felt lightheaded as my head started to spin.
     "What are you ... doing... to... me?" I felt my eyelids become heavier and heavier, my words became slurred and once again, I was left in darkness.

- Newt's Perspective -

     It's been almost two weeks since Y/N was killed. I didn't think I would ever recover from the pain of her loss. It still felt like she was still here. Sometimes even, I found myself looking for her. I guess that was out of habit. The sky was cloudless and only a bright hot sun remained in the sky. I sat under her favorite tree again, I could see why she loved the spot so much. There was a good amount of shade and it was so quiet, serene. It was the perfect place to think. A few days ago I decided that each day, I would write a letter to her, telling her about my day. To me, it felt like I was talking to her. Alby understood that I needed time to grieve and I was thankful for that and so, after a moment of thinking to myself, I grabbed my notebook from my pouch and a pencil from behind my ear and started to write.