TMR/TBS Imagines

Newt // Med-jack

I was finishing tending to a slicer who had sliced his hand for the third time today. As a med-jack, I either worked the entire day without any stops, or I sat around the empty hut. That's just how it was and I was used to it.

Today was a hectic day. I had four slicers come, one cook with a burned hand, one track hoe with a splinter, and Newt a few times for pain in his ankle. The only good thing about my day was when I was finished. I was exhausted already from the constant running around to help the hurt boys that I hadn't realized I skipped breakfast and lunch.

"Get a med-jack! Get (Y/N)!" I heard Minho scream from outside the hut. Since I already had everything set up around the room, I rushed out of the hut to see what the commotion was.

Minho and Alby had a boys arms over their shoulders dragging him to the hut. The boys face was contorted from pain and by the looks of the limp, it was his ankle.

"Come on. Put him on the bed," I instructed the boys and took out the scissors I had on the tray beside the bed. "What happened?"

"We were running back and he twisted ankle on a rock and fell flat on his shuck face," Minho explained with his hands on his hips. I carefully pulled his shoe off and cut a the bottom of his pants so I could easily to inspect his foot. He groaned the entire time which made me apologize a few times although the pain was unavoidable.

"It's not broken, just dislocated," I gave my diagnosis and placed my hands on his ankle. "This is gonna hurt, Joe. Just hold onto something alright?" He nodded with squinted eyes and prepared for the pain.

I took his foot and jerked it towards the right to lock it back into its socket. The boy screamed in pain before releasing his death grip on the bed. He panted while relaxing his muscles.

"He'll be okay," I turned back to Alby and Minho, "he'll need rest for today at least. I can easily patch up the scrapes and cuts in a few minutes."

"Thanks (Y/N)," Alby said leaving the hut with Minho trailing behind. I returned beside the hurting runner, named Joe, and placed a pillow behind his head.

"I'm gonna need you to sit up for this and take your shirt off," I directed. He smirked and pulled his shirt off and tossed it to the floor. I noticed the five large cuts around the center of his chest and the scrapes lining his collar bones. He looked all battered and bruised but the boys knew the stakes when they agreed to being runners.

It still was crazy to me. These boys risked their lives everyday to find a way out for us. Even though a lot of us had given up hope, including Newt, they still held their heads up and ran from the safety of the glade. It baffled me.

It took a lot longer than I expected to patch him up. The cuts were deeper than I assumed, so I had to stitch up two of them and the scrapes reached his back too which I hadn't realized. By the time I was done, most of the glade had gone to sleep.

"You're all done. You can rest here for the night if you like and I would recommend no running tomorrow. Let those stitches settle," I explained and wiped my hands on the damp towel I used to dab his cuts.

"Thanks (Y/N)," Joe said before resting his head back and closing his eyes. I sat watching the flicker of the fire lamp I had beside me before I found myself becoming tired. I leaned my head onto my arm and closed my eyes too.

It was only minutes later that I felt myself being lifted off the chair. It didn't take much for me to know who it was. Newt. I knew it from his smell, his caring gesture, and the words he was muttering under his breath. I could only make out "they're bloody overworking her" before I fell asleep in his arms.

When I woke up the next day, bright light broke in through the cracks of the homestead walls. Newt and i were so graciously offered a room since I was the only girl and being the only girls boyfriend had its perks.

I sat bolt right up and looked at my watch. I was three hours late for my job.

"I gave you today off, love," Newt said from the doorway. He was leaning his shoulder on it and his leg crossed over the other. He uncrossed his arms and legs and stood beside me at the bed. "Why didn't you tell me you were so exhausted?"

"Well," I started but trailed off. "I mean... I guess...." I sighed in exasperation and put my head on his shoulder. "I guess I didn't want you to worry about me."

"Oh love, I'm gonna worry about you either way," he smiled to me. "It's just my thing. But you shouldn't work yourself that hard." He lifted my chin so his brown eyes could meet my (Y/E/C) ones. "Promise me next time you're tired, you'll tell me?"

"I promise," I said kissing his lips. We shared a sweet kiss before I put my hands on his neck. "Does this mean we can spend all day in my bed?"

"No it doesn't. I still have to work. It's not easy running a bloody glade." I giggled at him. "I'll be back to check on you later, alright?"

"Good that." I kissed him again but made sure to keep it longer. The kiss deepened quickly until I pulled him onto my lap making me smile.

"I love it when you do that," he moaned

I laughed. "Do what?"

"When you smile into the kiss and I can feel it." I giggled and pulled him closer to me until my back met the bed and he hovered over me. He sighed of defeat. "Maybe I can spend the day in here."

"Yay!" I cheered and pulled him into me so we could climb back into the bed. He pulled my back into his chest making me giggle and pull on his arm to be around my waist. His hand ran down my left arm before our fingers inter locked. I pulled that hand down towards my chest and placed it between my breasts.

"I love you Newt."

"I love you too, my love."