Second Time Around // Newt x Reader

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(A/N: Wow. I'm really bad, am I not? Terrible. Completely. WELL. Sorry to say, but I anticipate only one more chapter. There. I said it. It's out. I had the feeling that there's only going to be one more chapter after I get along with this one. So, might as well just dive in and enjoy.)

And so it did. Except, it mostly sucked the whole Griever and a couple of Cranks asses with the headache that came along not so long after everyone settled down, getting back to guard the doors and windows from Cranks and Gabi attacks. She tried getting in at least three times more after she took her little run around the Homestead. One time, from the upper floors window in what was left of the room Thomas almost died and where Gally showed his true colors. Well not really true anymore. More of a colorful smoke screen then anything. They pulled her inside, and she almost immediately thought they were taking her back in. No, honey, no. They picked her up from her ankles and wrists and dragged her back through the door, slamming it before she could even comprehend she was laying outside in a Griever and Crank infested Glade again.

You were currently sitting next to Thomas on the floor towards the corner of the room. You resting your head against the wall behind you in a attempt at solace from the pounding headache that felt like it was sourced deep inside your brain.

"Feeling any better?" Alby asked, his hand resting on your shoulder as he squatted in front of you, a genuine tone of concern filling his words.

You tried opening your mouth to answer, but it only sent another wave of nausea over you and a fresh shock of pain through your brain. You ended up looking to Thomas for help.

No, You sent him the message, knowing Alby couldn't get it. Nausea and headaches. Not how I wanted to spend my day,

Thomas recited your words to Alby, making him seem a bit confused until realization took over his features, then morphed into pity. He stood up and walked over to Newt, who was chatting with Minho, holding a window closed so Gabi couldn't open it from the other side. You didn't see any of this, but more heard it.

What, exactly, are you feeling? Thomas asked, using telepathy.

You wanna feel it? You asked him, sending him a small image of you raising an eyebrow.

He sent you one of him smiling. Sure. It can't be too bad, can it?

Alright. You were skeptical of how he would deal with it. Sure, he must have felt worse, but when something hurt, it hurt. So you sent him what you were feeling. He groaned beside you, you were pretty sure at least Minho and Newt heard it, if they were still where Thomas told you they were. Alby had walked away to talk to Gally about something.

"Everything alright there, Tommy?" Newt questioned. "We don't need another bloody sick,"

Sorry, You made it loud, sharp, and fast, causing Minho and Newt to jump, and Thomas and you both to groan.

That felt like something was stuck through my eyes, Minho complained back.

Bloody hell, was Newt's reply.

You shut off the connection between you and the guys, just so Thomas would stop groaning.

"Don't go all Crank on us now, ya shanks," Alby said, you imagined a wary expression on his face, knowing it was pretty accurate. You've known these guys for how long? Long enough to know what expressions they would make in different situations.