Newt:
"Oh no! What have you done?", you ask Newt worried and shocked at the same time as the Glader enters the Med-Jack hut. The cloth he presses against his bleeding leg is already red. "I... I was distracted for a moment", he replies smiling sheepishly. It's maybe not the best moment to tell you that Newt was thinking about you, then he fell to the ground.
"Sit down! I'll patch you up", you search through the shelves to find the supplies you need to treat his injury. A sigh escapes his mouth as he watches every move you make. "Don't look at me like that. You know I'm always worried when you are injured! I can't turn it off and on like a light switch", you already know the look he gave you.
"You don't have to be worried. It's just a little scratch. See?", he lifts the cloth to show you the wound. You use your chance to disinfect it. Newt grabs gasping your hand, "Oh my god! That bloody hurts!" The smile on your lips widens immediately. Your strategy worked better than you have thought.
"I'm sorry, but it's necessary to avoid infections...", at the end of your sentence you notice that he's still holding your hand. "Could I get my hand back?", Newt lets go of your hand blushing like hell. "Sorry, I was overwhelmed." From the pain or the wish to hold your hand?
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maze runner imagines
Teen Fictiondifferent Maze runner imagines Includes: ~Minho ~Ben ~Zart ~Gally ~Newt ~Thomas