Memories (Newt X Reader)

Chapter 5

Chapter 5

228.10.16 / 9:47 a.m.

You sat back on your hospital bed, staring blankly at the ceiling, as Assistant Director Janson stood with his back to you, prepping a needle to take a sample of your blood. You hated being poked and prodded so many times in one day -- and more than you could count in your life, but the knowledge that it would all be almost over, and data would begin to be collected eased your conscious.

"You ready?" he asked in his nasally voice. You glared at the ceiling tile and nodded. He adjusted his gloves and slid the needle into the skin of your forearm, lacking any of the delicate precision that the more experienced doctors had when taking blood samples. They did it in such a way that you'd hardly ever feel it. Janson had about as much precision as a Crank past the Gone posing as a doctor.

"Where are the real doctors?" you snapped bitingly as he taped a little vial to your wrist, which began to fill up with dark blood. Janson just smiled and this made your face begin to burn in hot anger.

"Not that it concerns you, but most of them have been called together to do some last minute emergency testing on things that will be sent up into the maze."

"What kind of emergency testing?"

Janson gave you a look that said 'do you really expect me to answer that?' and peeled the first vial off your arm, moving to attach a second.

Silence stretched between the two of you as he worked. You swung your feet back and forth until he hissed at you to stop, his patience already beginning to slip.

"Things must not be going to well for you guys then, right?"

Janson froze for a split second as he removed the second vial with gloved hands. Then said calmly, "What makes you think that?"

"Well, the doctors scrambling to finish something for the maze that hasn't been approved or perfected yet?"

Janson gave a heavy sigh and closed his eyes as if struggling to smother his temper. "We're doing fine. Right on schedule, actually, if it means that much to you. You should know how close the maze is to being finished."

"Yeah," you muttered. "How could I forget the day you're kidnapping all my friends and tossing them into an inescapable hole to study them like lab rats?"

A vein now bulged proudly on Janson's neck, and you smiled, satisfied, as he told you to get down off the table and leave, not bothering to cover up the hole he'd poked with a bandaid like the other doctors did.

You'd just nodded and obliged, pausing on your way out to tell him what a shit doctor he was.

You found your friends at their usual breakfast table, all laughing hysterically and slapping each other on the back. You set your eggs down beside Minho, across from Newt instead of next to him. With all the time you'd been spending together, the other guys had taken to teasing you nonstop, and you weren't in any particular mood for kissy noises this early in the morning.

"What's going on?" you asked with a confused smile. Minho, with tears in his eyes, managed, "We're just discussing names."

"Names?"

"Like, our full names."

"Your real names?"

Newt chuckled and shook his head. "The ones WICKED gave us."

"They named everyone after famous scientists, right?"

Thomas snorted. "Yeah, from hundreds of years ago, like what kind of name is Newton in this day and age?"