maze runner imagines

My hero ~Newt~

Your eyes opened slowly. The bright lights above you made you turn your head into the pillow. Above the buzzing in your ears was the sound of the door creaking open. You were uninterested. You're head hurt like head along with your aching body. The person sat down on a chair.

"Do you want an ice pack?" said a gentle voice. He had a sympatric tone in his British accent as he asked the questions. It was obvious who it was.

"Newt?" you muttered. You turned to see Newt looking down at you with a concerned face.

"Yes," he smiled, relieved. Slowly, you sat up.

"What happened?" you asked rubbing your head, it was thumping like a drum.

"Don't you remember?" Newt asked anxiously.

"No, nothing," you said "everything, after we headed into the Maze, is gone" Newt patted your shoulder.

"You got attacked by a Griever" he exclaimed "I eventually fought it off then I saw you on the floor" he closed his eyes, a tear escaping, "I thought you were dead"

"Newt" you whispered in pity. He looked down.

"I carried you out of the Maze, then the Med-Jacks took you" he continued "I've checked on you every day"

"How long was I asleep?" you asked.

"Two weeks," he said. You jumped out of your bed, wrapping your arms around him. You pressed your lips against his ear.

"I'll never leave you again" You looked at him. Into the eyes of your hero. "I love you"

Your lips met with passion. Both your hands on his cheeks and his arms around your waist.

"I love you too"