TMR/TBS Imagines

Newt // Limp

* This is one of those ones I wrote before and forgot to post it but I'm really proud of it :) I also made a part two that I'll post soon after I edit it *

The day Newt fell was the worst day of everyone's days in the glade. Seeing Alby carrying the unconscious runner over the line of the maze shattered hearts. Seeing such a once strong boy so weak spread fear into the smaller gladers. Seeing Newt this way seemed like the end of the world, but it only got worse for him from there.

He woke up a week later, fortunately for us but devastatingly for him- and he made that known. He screamed when he woke up, terrified and furious with himself that his plan didn't work. He was embarrassed that the whole glade had to see him from the state that he was in. That's why Alby gave him the job he did.

Second in Command was the second highest rank in the glade, right under the leader. It was an honorable job where the other boys looked up to him as if he was a god on earth. He never saw what we saw though.

How could they trust a boy who threw away his life so carelessly? How could they trust a boy who was mentally unstable? How could they trust a boy who couldn't walk on both of his feet for weeks? How could they trust a boy with a limp?

These were the thoughts that plagued his young, darkened mind ever since he woke up. He didn't trust Alby's idea to give him this job, but he wasn't allowed to say no, especially since he felt he owed his friend a favor for saving his life (even if he didn't want him to).

"Argh!" Newt groaned loud enough for half the glade to hear. "My bloody bum leg won't stop givin' out!" Newt was having difficulty trudging back and forth from the homestead to one of the jobs, which was his job for today as he kept inventory. "If I could just walk like a normal bloody person, I could've gotten this done two bloody hours ago!" Newt never cursed like that before the fall, and he never used to direct his anger. He always kept to himself with his feelings and emotions and hid them from the others. Maybe that was his issue.

A glader rushed over to help him but was immediately shooed off with more of Newt's yells. "I bloody got it! You need to get back to work and I'll handle this." The boy lowered his shoulders and walked back to his job looking frightened.

I sighed at the sight before me, feeling absolutely devastated and helpless as I watched him struggle. "I can't bare to see him like this."

Alby, who had watched the entire scene unfold before him, sighed deeply like I just had. He was feeling the same devastation as I was, but he also felt guilt. He was elated to know he had been the one to save Newt and keep him alive, but it was his fault that Newt was so destroyed. If he had just left him there...

"I don't know what to do." Alby sounded utterly defeated, and he was. he had tried every tactic he could think of to bring his best friend out of the depression he was in, but nothing seemed to work. "I've tried everything. Maybe he's just... not meant to be happy anymore."

My heart shattered at the sound of Alby giving up. He was throwing in the towel, surrendering to the thought of bringing the old Newt back.

I turned back to Newt, tears filling the brim of my eyes. "I'm not giving up on him. Never."

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Bonfire night was a happy one for the glade. The boys could gather around the fire that happened only once a month with delicious food, jars of Gally's moonshine, and music made from pots and pans. We could make the greenie feel comfortable in a place that was almost the exact opposite.

Newt was sitting at the edge of the designated area with a jar in his hand and his mind buzzing from the amount of drinks he had consumed so far. His friend (and ex-running partner) Minho was sitting beside him, only with less drinks downed.