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Newt~ The Fire

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You're working in the kitchen with Frypan making breakfast for the gladers. "Hey Y/n, don't forget to watch the stove! It could flame up at any moment," Frypan warns you. You're still training and it's super annoying. You really wanted to be a runner but your crush, Newt wouldn't allow it. Ugh! Boys are so frustrating! You sigh and turn back to the stove like Frypan wanted you too.

"Don't worry Fry," you respond. "I got it." You flip a pancake to reassure him. He nods and continues laying the pancakes out on the plates. You grumble and continue to work until the runners come in.

"Hey Minho!"

"Hi pipsqueak," he responds.

You roll your eyes at him and say, "I told you not to call me that."

"But it's so fun," he teases.

"Yeah, yeah whatever. Take your food and get running mister."

He smirks and says, "Yes ma'am."

By the time he's done with his breakfast all the other gladers are piling in wanting their pancakes. You quickly hand him his lunch and then begin to hand out the others breakfast. You see Frypan out of the corner of your eye walk out with Alby speaking something privately to him but you're to preoccupied to notice much else.

"Hey Y/n."

Your heart flutters. "Hi Newt," you say casually. "How did you sleep?"

"Fine thanks. How about you?"

"Same," you say simply.

"Listen, can I meet you in the woods when you're done? I need to tell you something."

"Sure. Enjoy your breakfast!" You say.

When breakfast is done you begin to clean up. You're in your own little world thinking about what Newt said and wondering what he's going to tell you later. When you're done washing all of the 50 or so dishes you snap out of it and turn around to clean the stove. Your eyes widen when you see the fire that has started up and quickly run to the sink right next to it to try to put out the fire.

"Ah!" You cry out closing your eyes in pain when your arm gets burned. But you continue through the pain and get burned multiple times before you decide to give up. You turn around coughing violently to see that the fire has spread to towards the door. You begin to panic but try to calm your breathing knowing if you cry out you'll run out of air. And then you remember.

"The window!" You almost shout and then go into a coughing fit. You drop to the floor and crawl towards the window but don't have the energy to climb out of it. You're coughing to much and you're super weak. Your lungs feel like they're on fire. You huddle on the floor trying to build up your energy when the window crashes open.

"Y/N?! Y/N?!?!" Someone shouts.

"Here," you rasp and then clear your throat. "Here!" You say a little louder but your throat is raw and burning.

"Y/n! Bloody hell come here!" Your savior says reaching out his hand. You move your arm and groan in pain. You move your other arm towards the hand and finally latch on to it for dear life.

"Come here, Y/n. It's going to be alright," he says lifting you out of the window. A sob breaks in his throat when he looks at you. You open your burning eyes and squint at you savior.

"Newt?" You rasp and break into a coughing fit.

"Shh. Don't try and talk. It's ok, the medjacks are here."

You nod and close your eyes wishing you could just black out.

"Jeff!" Clint barks. "Get the cream, now! And the gauze!"

"Alright," Jeff responds breathlessly and sprints off.

"Newt," you whimper, "It hurts."

"Shh. I know, sweetheart, I know. Try not to move." You nod and slowly loose consciousness.

                                Newt's pov

It's an hour or so after breakfast and I'm working hard with the gardeners. I smile thinking about the conversation we're going to have and glance over at the kitchen. My smile immediately dies when I see the smoke. Y/n! I think.

I immediately drop everything and run/hobble over to the kitchen. By the time I reach it the flames have grown huge! "Y/N!" I call going to the door. I touch it and it's extremely hot. "Y/N!" I call again running to the window. I shove it open and call, "Y/N!" I listen for a few moments when I hear her. "Bloody hell, Y/n. Come here!" I say reaching out my hand. She cries out but then grabs my hand. I lift her up and say, "Come here, Y/n. It's going to be alright." I sob slightly at the sight of her.

Ash covers her body and hair. She has severe burns all over her neck, chest, and right arm and she's having trouble breathing.

"Newt?" She rasps but then brakes into a coughing fit.

"Shh. Don't try to talk. The medjacks are here." Everyone that heard the commotion is here and surrounding us.

"Jeff," Clint commands. "Get the cream, now! And the gauze!"

"Alright," he responds and runs off.

"Newt, it hurts," she whimpers. It breaks my heart.

I try and soothe her and say, "Shh. I know, sweetheart, I know. Try not to move." She nods again and falls into unconsciousness.

"Clint? What are you going to do?" I ask my voice breaking.

"I don't know, man. I don't know."

                                  Your pov

You begin to stir but everything hurts so you just lay as still as possible and focus on opening your eyes. You finally push them open and look around. "Newt," you croak out wanting him near. You hear pounding footsteps and your door is slammed open. A haggard looking Newt looks at you in relief.

"Y/n, your awake!" He cries happily and runs over to you and hugs you gently. "How are you feeling?" He asks concerned.

"Hurts," you croak tears in your eyes.

"I know, but it'll go away in a few weeks. And I'll be there to help you through it, ok?"

"What happen?" You ask haltingly.

"A fire started in the kitchen, Y/n. You have burns in our arm, chest, and neck. A few on your back too but they aren't bad," Newt says sorrowfully.

You nod, your eyes droopy. "So sleepy," you mumble.

Newt smiles at you and whispers, "Go to sleep, Love, I'll be here when you wake up."

"Ok, but first what were you going to say to me in the woods?" You ask drowsily.

Newt looks uncomfortable by says, "I was going to tell you that I really like you and ask you on a date."

You smile sleepily and respond, "I accept your date. As soon as I get better, we'll go on the most romantic date ever." Newt smiles tenderly and kisses your forehead very gently.

"Go to sleep now. Alright, love?"

"Okay," you mumble and fall into a Newt filled dream.

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-Christina
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