TMR/TBS Imagines

Newt // Save Him

I was woken from my sleep when I felt a hand gently push the hair out of my face. My eyes fluttered open to reveal my blond headed boyfriend. His bare chest was hovering over mine as he brushed the hair past my forehead, feeling the electricity run through me as his fingers touched my skin.

His hand fell to the other side of my body before he let out a pleased sigh. "Good morning, my love." We shared a simple kiss before I replied, "good morning, Newt."

He sighed again but this time it was deeper and full of worry. He pulled my head onto his chest so I could listen to his heartbeat, something that brought each of us much joy even in its simplicity.

"We're going to have to split our sections today since two of the boys are in the med-jack huts for injuries," he said weakly.

He felt heavily burdened being the keeper of runners and making almost all of the decisions associated with it. I tried as often as i could to help him decide or calm him down when he was stressed. I would rub his back or play with his hair which seemed to work wonders.

"I know," I breathed. I pushed a piece of his hair out of his face and cupped his cheek. "But we'll be fine. You're strong enough to be on your own and so am I."

He sat up straight, bringing me with him, before pulling me into his lap. He set his chin on my shoulder and wrapped his arms around my bare stomach. Something was bothering him, I could tell; he wasn't acting himself.

He would skip meals at random claiming he wasn't hungry or was too tired for eat. His runs dragged on later than they should and when in question about it, said 'I made a wrong turn' or 'I lost track of time'. All of this was unlike him and it was worrying me.

I had brought this up to Alby and he agreed whole heartedly that something was wrong with Newt. We just couldn't figure out why or how to fix it so we remained clueless, watching him turn into someone we didn't know.

"This is hopeless," he muttered behind me. "We're never getting out."

I spun around and lifted his chin so his eyes had nowhere to go but into mine. "Hey, hey, don't say that. We're gonna find a way out of here. We're gonna find the exit to the maze and we'll all get out of here. You can't give up hope."

"I already did! Months ago!" He yelled making me wince. He never yelled like this, especially in my face, but I couldn't help since he didn't ask for it. "We've been looking for a way out for over a year. You think we're gonna find it now? We're never getting out of here, ever!"

"Yes we are. I don't care if it takes another year or ten more, I'm not living my life in here. So go ahead, give up, but I'm not. I can't give up or I'll lose my mind." I whispered the last bit, unsure if he heard me or not. I climbed out of the bed and pulled him to the edge. His tear filled eyes stared directly at the floor before I lifted his chin once again.

"Look at me, baby," I said hoping he would for a moment focus on me. I wiped off the streaks of tears dripping down his rosy cheeks. "We're gonna get out of here. We're gonna run the maze everyday until we get each other out. Do you hear me? I'm gonna get you out."

He placed his hands on my arms and pulled me into his chest. He buried his face into my neck. It wasn't until the tears slid down my neck and into my bra that I held him tighter. I brushed through his shaggy hair allowing him to cry onto my skin. I didn't mind knowing he was the one in pain, not me.

We spent minutes holding each other until he felt good enough to get dressed. We shared another kiss before walking hand in hand to the kitchens to grab our food for today. I slipped my lunch into my runners strap around my right thigh as Newt asked for me to put his in his strap behind his back.