TMR/TBS Imagines

Newt // My Hero (Pt.3) *REQUEST*

* I am so sorry for how long it took me to update again. I've been really busy and I just found enough time to write this. I hope this is what everyone had in mind for a part 3! *

The banishment was meant to begin ten minutes before the doors were set to close, which was thirty minutes from now. Newt and Alby had both given me the option of not attending the banishment and I guiltily took it. After everything that had happened today, a banishment could only make things worse.

But matters did get worse without Ben's help. I was allowed to stay back from the banishment, but I wasn't medically cleared to be on my own yet. They would give me a designated chaperone to watch me as the banishment went on, only they were running low on boys willing to stay back and who were eligible to watch me. Newt offered, of course, but being Second in Command meant it was mandatory he attended. That left only one other person: Mariana.

"Don't worry, Newt. I'll take good care of her," Mariana assured the worried Brit as he stood at the side of my bed. He didn't want to leave me, especially since my throat was still too damaged to speak yet, but he had no choice.

Newt eyed her for a moment, ignoring the wide grin spreading across her lips. Annoyance spread through each of us as we watched her bouncing figure. She was way too happy for the banishment that was about to take place in a handful of minutes.

I jotted down another note before tugging on the sleeve of Newt's shirt to grab his attention. He leaned over the bed for an overhead view of the paper, a small smile growing as he read it.

I'll be fine. Only I wish it was my ears that weren't working so that I wouldn't have to hear her.

"That's mean, love," he laughed lightly. Mariana glanced between each of us with her eyebrows furrowed, nonetheless we wouldn't tell her what we were laughing at.

Newt sat beside me on a small stool until Alby called him for the banishing. He took my non-dominant hand in his own so that I could write any time he needed me to answer something. For the most part, he explained how annoying the new greenie was.

"I'll see you later, love. I'll come right back when it's over, alright?" I nodded in answer and slipped him the last note which read, goodbye. Before he left, he pressed a gentle kiss to my forehead with one hand on my cheek and one holding himself up beside my head. He gave me one final smile as he left the room.

Mariana whined from the seat across the room. "How come I didn't get a kiss?" Ignoring her statement that was most likely meant to stay in her head, she grinned up at me and took the newly empty seat beside me.

"How do you do it?" She questioned. Without my voice, I could only give her a confused look that I hoped looked more confused than angry. "How do you have him wrapped around your finger like that?"

I sighed as quietly as I could. What kind of question is that? Plus, how was she expecting me to answer it now that Newt had taken my pad of paper? Not being able to find an answer, I shrugged my shoulders.

"Well I think it's unfair. I've been here almost as long as you have so I've known Newt almost as long too. We're not that differently looking... well, I mean we are very different but it still doesn't make any sense. I mean, is it because we have different jobs? Maybe if I-"

I finally tuned her out as I focused on getting off this bed. I didn't want to be right in front of the banishing when it happened but that didn't mean I didn't want to see it. It's not that I wanted to see one of my friends being pushed to his death, but I felt this whole thing was my fault and it would be wrong for me to ignore it.

Pushing both fists down by my sides, I slowly rose from cot as it groaned underneath my moving body. My body hadn't been too badly effected by Ben- only small cuts and purple bruises- but I was still tired from today's events.

Walking around to the other side of the cot, I stopped at the window cut out of the room with a full view of the glade's doors. When the room was first built, I couldn't understand what this window was cut out for, but now I'm glad it's here.

The boys were gathered at the edge of the doors, poles in each hand but the most important gladers had another smaller pole attached to the end. Newt was one of the more important ones, so he would have the more difficult job of the three; the others just had to watch it happen, he had to make it happen.

I couldn't hear the gust of wind that should have been coming, so when I saw some of the boy's hair dancing in different directions, I knew the doors were closing. The doors slowly inched together as the Keepers and leaders pushed Ben through them. Even from here I could see Minho's hardened expression that masked the pain and guilt he was surely feeling at this moment.

"I don't understand why they have to do that," Mariana spoke up from behind me. Confused by what she meant, I spun around with a raised brow. "Why couldn't they just have some of the boys do it and not all. It's unfair that all of them have to live with this."

I stood frozen in shock after she finished. That might have been the first mature thing I have ever heard from her mouth. Usually it was something about Newt, but this time she seemed genuinely worried about all of them.

"It's Alby's rules," I croaked, pushing through the slight discomfort in my throat. My voice had come back this time, not that it sounded nice or even close to what it usually sounded like. I guess it needed more time.

"Well I think it's stupid. Maybe somebody should tell him." I scoffed, imaging anybody- especially Mariana- trying to reason with Alby.

The boys were dispersing throughout the glade, each going in a different direction with a solemn look on their face. Newt was the farthest away from the doors and in the direction of the Med-hut where I'm assuming he came to see me.

He entered the room only a few minutes later and made a beeline straight for me. He immediately wrapped his arms around me with my body pressed tightly to his chest. Mariana must have given up fighting for his attention because she had left the room as soon as he came to me.

"Are you okay?" My voice was still scratchy and a whole decibel higher. He glanced down at me, surprised I was even talking.

"Don't talk. I don't want you to hurt your voice anymore," he said while rubbing my back. Even after something like a banishing he always made me his first worry. "I'm fine. Well, as fine as I can be after that." He answered truthfully. I couldn't blame him. What they did was horrible but it's what had to happen for the safety of the other gladers.

He carefully nudged me backwards until I was sitting again in the cot, only this time he crawled in too. He let me use his chest as a pillow while he whispered for me to get some sleep.

"I hope you forget what happened with Ben," he spoke after minutes of calming silence. He seemed to be getting something off of his chest before he goes to bed and who am I to stop him? I wasn't even sure if he knew I was still awake. "I wish that didn't have to happen to you. You wouldn't be hurt right now. But I hope you know I will always be your hero, (Y/N). Always."