[REWRITE COMING SOON] A story where a boy with a mysterious and complicated past falls for the boy with a limp. [ newt x male oc x teresa]
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PART I ; The Maze
Three months before Thomas came, a boy name, Poe comes out of the Box with no memories a...
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pre-the maze runner chapter seven
❛❛iwouldn't mind an amputation, really❜❜
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Poe let out a soft laugh, forcedly, he had an urge where he wanted to let out a peevish groan. Not that Newt was annoying, Poe just knew that the Keeper of Track-hoes doesn't like him, Poe hates how awkward he feels to be in the boy's presence, he imagines that Newt is getting sick of being around him.
Newt looked peevish as he looked at Poe, the boy was pressing a cloth against his palm. His glance turn to Clint, "I don't think stitching is necessary, if you could just give me some gauze, then it'll—"
"Nah man—" Clint shook his head, pat Newt's back to sit down on the bed, "wouldn't want to get that infected, do you?"
"I wouldn't mind an amputation, really" Newt rolled his eyes as he walked by Poe then sat down on the bed.
Jeff chuckled, "Don't be a shuck-head. Besides, this is Greenie's first opportunity to become a Med-jack, isn't it?" Jeff grinned at Poe.
"I don't think I'm good around with blood" Poe shamefully lied.
"Pff!" Jeff scoffed, "Nice try, you spent all morning in the Bloodhouse and Winston told us that you didn't even hesitate to behead a pig"
"Sounds very serial killer of you" Newt commented as he gazed at Poe. He could tell he was being sarcastic.
"Butcher" Poe corrected him, "More of a butchering"
Newt craned his neck as he kept his eyes on Poe. Obviously annoyed. "Alright, Greenie, what do you do?" Jeff asked him.
"Stitching?" Poe guessed.
"You gotta take a look at the wounds before you do anything" Jeff stated, "My fault— I didn't mention that. Go on, take a look" he nodded toward Newt.
It seemed very unnecessary to do so since they already hinted that Newt needs stitches. Poe stood for a moment and showed how very reluctant he was until Newt raised his hand, fisting the cloth against his palm, "Don't be shy" He expressed a halfhearted smile.
Poe let out a deep sigh then approached him. Poe grabbed Newt's hand, his hand relaxed, releasing the grip against the cloth. There was an odd tingle feeling on Poe's skin, he slowly grabbed the cloth, revealing a bloodied gash, he clicked his tongue and said, "It needs stitches"
"No shit" Newt raised his brows, again, there was sarcasm in his tone. He pulled his hand off Poe's hands.
"Okay, Greenie, what next?" Jeff asked.
Poe glanced at him, he shrugged and took a guess, "Get the needle, thread, gauze— etcetera"
