TMR/TBS Imagines

Newt // My Hero (Pt.2) *REQUEST*

* I am so sorry for how long this took for me to post! I spent the last few days on vacation so I didn't have time to write. I hope everyone likes the part 2. *

The moment I came to, the smell of peroxide hit my nose. I immediately stopped sitting up when I felt a sharp pain curl around my neck. 

"Whoa, take it easy," an accented voice said directly to my right. Whimpering when I turned my head to look at him, I could make out his worried face beside me. His hands were clasped around my right one as he inched himself closer to the bed once he saw I was awake. 

"Wh-wh... what." I had no voice as I tried asking him what had happened after I fell asleep. My neck was slightly swollen and my throat was dry- probably from the open mouth breathing. 

Newt gave me a sympathetic look as he dug out a small handheld mirror from the satchel tied around his body. "When Ben choked you, he left a lot of damage." Holding the mirror parallel to my neck, I inspected the damage Newt said there had been. My entire neck was a canvas of purples and blues, a few splotches of yellow mixed in for added measure. "Jeff says the swelling should go down by tonight but the bruises will stay there for at least a week. As for your voice, we're not sure when it'll come back." 

Nodding at his diagnosis, I handed him back the mirror and allowed him to tuck it away back into his bag. He took my hands back in his as soon as he was finished. 

"I'm sorry I didn't get to you sooner. If I had gotten there earlier, maybe your neck wouldn't be as bad," Newt explained. Guilt was eating at him that should definitely had not been. He had nothing to apologize for, yet for right now I couldn't tell him that with my jacked up voice. 

I furiously shook my head, needing to get my point across without words. Newt chuckled at how fast I shook my head, but returned to his serious self when I tried sitting up again. He helped prop the pillows up behind my back without me having to move my neck any more than necessary. 

I opened my mouth to attempt to croak even more words, but his was faster than I was. He covered my mouth, a small smirk twirling the end of his pink lips. He used his free hand to dig back into his bag before pulling out a small notepad and a pencil. 

"Chuck thought it would be a good idea to write down what you wanted to say. I guess the kid really did have a good idea for once. Not like his last idea to strap the pigs together and ride them like their a bloody ride at an amusement park." I laughed- more like huffed out bits of air- and took the paper. I scribbled down my thoughts before handing him the paper back. 

It's not your fault. You were the one who saved me. My hero, remember? 

He chuckled at the note, his cheeks faintly filling with a rosy color. It was when I took the paper that I noticed the four marks carved into my forearm. Four crescent shaped cuts were dug out of my skin in a line down my arm, each one from a different finger nail on Ben's hands. 

"We already cleaned them while you were asleep. We were gonna let the air get to em' before wrapping it up." I nodded again to tell him that was alright and leaned back against the pillows. I was tired even though I had just been asleep for- 

I reached for paper and jotted down the next question that I had. 

How long was I asleep for? 

"Three hours. You're lucky it didn't last any longer or you would have gone into a coma from loss of oxygen." Newt took a shaky breath and took my non-dominant hand in his so that I could still write if need be. "I don't know what I would have done if you didn't wake up, love." I pressed the palm of my hand to his cheek in a reassuring way to tell him that I was awake and that I was here. I hadn't thought about how others might have felt after Ben attacked- not like I had much to think of anything honestly. 

What's gonna happen to Ben? 

Newt sighed, obviously dreading to tell me the news since he had found out. He couldn't even look me in the eye and that's when I knew what his punishment was: banishment. Normally, if a Runner was stung they would get the serum, but in cases where the Runner was already violent then the Keepers immediately jumped to banishment. It was a messed up procedure but they figured the other gladers safety came above saving the one Runner. 

"You're medically cleared to go, but Alby and the other Keepers think it would be best if you stay away from the banishment. And I agree with them," he added, finally working up the courage to look up at me. He left his eyes on me as I wrote my next note. 

I agree. 

He nodded, letting me know that he was fine with my choice. The room was silent for a few minutes, not that either of us minded in the slightest. He gently brushed his fingers over the knuckles of my right hand the whole time. 

Breaking the calm atmosphere we built around us, a person's loud stomps were heard behind the door and getting louder. Newt groaned from the back of his throat, small laughs coming from both of us at the noise. 

Mariana bursted through the door, a plate of food in her hand and balancing a cup of water in between his chest and her forearm. She smiled widely as she placed the food and water into my lap. 

"Frying-pan said that you would be hungry so he sent me to bring your food," she announced. Newt laughed once he heard her mix up Frypan's name while I tried biting back mine. At least she got some of the name right. 

"Thanks Mariana," Newt said for me since I obviously couldn't do it myself. She looked at me funnily before glancing over at Newt with her signature look. 

"Anything for you, Newtie." I couldn't bite back the laugh this time, but it came out more of another puff of air than an actual laugh, so she hadn't even realized what it was. She was then throwing compliment after compliment to try and win him over through flirting. "I think what you did back there was really brave. You just charged in there and took him down. That's really amazing." 

I squeezed his hand that was still inside mine to get his attention and mouthed the words 'me too' to him. He smiled and mouthed a 'thank you' in return. Mariana must have noticed our small communication- that she wasn't apart of- and went to add herself back in. 

"I mean I'm sure he was strong since he was a Runner and all, but you must be ten times stronger than him. I mean, it was so easy for you to take him down. Do you work out?" Her compliments continued getting weirder and weirder when he wasn't answering her; it was clear she was starting to get really annoyed by it. 

Another round of her compliments were cut off when the two Med-jacks entered the room. Clint winked at me, a sign that this was all done of purpose to get her away from us. 

"We really need fix her arm. We need everyone to leave," Jeff ordered while pushing Mariana out of the room. She protested a lot, screaming about how Newt was still in there. 

"Oh, I need to stay," he yelled so that she could hear from the doorway. "I'm Second in Command and it's my job to make sure every glader is alright." Clint and I were both smirking as her face fell into one of disappointment as she was finally pushed outside. 

I tapped Newt twice on the shoulder after writing my note. 

Second in Command card? I like it. You should use it more often.

He laughed while shrugging his shoulders like it was nothing. Jeff sat on the other side of me so that he could tend to the marks Ben had dug into my arm. He dabbed on a small layer of peroxide, which only stung a little, before wrapping the cream colored gauze tightly around it, but not too tight that I would eventually lose feeling in my fingers. 

After the two finished with my arm, they announced they would give Newt and I our privacy back, not without wiggling their eyebrows in a knowing way. We knew they saw the connection between the two of us, especially since everyone saw how Newt had practically attacked Ben himself for attacking me. 

Newt placed gently kisses over the freshly wrapped gauze on my arm before trailing the wet kisses down to the palm of my hand. Using my free hand, I wrote another note before leaning into Newt and placing a gentle kiss of my own to his cheek. 

Where would I be without my hero?