Escape to the Hills // Newt x Reader

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It hadn't taken Minho long to fall asleep on your shoulder. His light snores tickled your jaw. You felt something warm and wet seeping into your shirt but you refused to look. You knew you'd have to wake him up soon, and it's cruel to only let him sleep for a few moments, but it's better than nothing.

Alby drawled on about something to Thomas and Frypan. You tried to listen but you couldn't keep your mind from wandering. Your eyes were drawn back up to the space where the unconscious men would be laying. You wondered what your mother had promised them, or what your actions had cost them. It must have been something big for them to go around trying to kill a bunch of kids. That thought lead to what your mother had promised all of them. Then to how many of them there were. After that, if the two there had called for back up. That thought scared you so bad you almost missed the sound of something buzzing passed your ear. You swatted at it like you would any bug. You didn't think much about it for a few moments, letting your thoughts drag you back away. But the buzzing persisted. Only then did it occur to you that this was the first time in the few days you were out that any sort of bug made an appearance. You swatted at the sound some more, then turned your head to get a look at the offender. At a glance, anyone would have mistaken the thing for just any insect, but the longer you looked the more seemed wrong with it. The way it moved was just too stiff to be natural. What convinced you it wasn't just any old fly was the red light emitting from the eyes.

"We need to leave." You voice was a little louder than you meant for it to be, but you couldn't find it in you to care. It was effective in getting the groups attention.

"Why?" Gally asked. Frypan flinched away from him with a loud 'Oh!', making the boy stare at his friend with a weird look. "What?"

"You've got a bug on you!" Fry explained from behind Thomas.

"Shit." Thomas sighed as all eyes were glued to the mock insect.

Moving all at once, the group rushed to stand. Minho awoke with a start when his head slipped from your shoulder as you stood abruptly. His bleary eyes blinked in confusion at the hurry in the steps around him. You didn't waste anytime pulling the boy to his feet. Even if he could barely stand, there was no way in hell you were leaving him behind.

"What's going on?" He asked, heavily leaning on your shoulder.

"Just move." You grunted under his weight. It was at this moment that you realized his muscles were much denser than you anticipated. Or maybe it was his hair, which still defied gravity inconceivably.

There was a sharp clang of metal-on-metal when your feet finally started moving to follow the group. With Minho's arm around your neck, it was impossible to look back at what the sound could have been, but your questions were answered when Newt came up on Minho's other side, a bent copper rod in his hand.

The Brit hooked Minho's other arm over his shoulder, substantially lessening the weight on you. "Are you alright?"

You raised an eyebrow. Now he cared about you? Was it only when you were in danger that he liked you? What were you? A maiden that needed saving?

"I'm fine."

There was pain in his eyes, coating over the fear in his face. His eyes left yours to glance at your temple, where the bullet tore your skin. The wound wasn't deep at all. In fact, it was so superficial that the blood trickling from it was already drying. It cracked and flaked as you turned your head forward again with an eye roll.

"I said I'm fine."

He didn't answer.

Minho groaned from between you, head falling limply backwards. His feet were beginning to fall slack beneath him. It was only a matter of time before they gave out entirely. Trying to keep breathing, even with your muscles burning from the extra weight, you pushed forward, following Teresa's back in the blaring sunlight. The heat would become a problem soon.

You and Newt grunted and hissed as Minho's limbs fell out from under him. You shared a look with the boy over Minho, who's head had fallen lull to his chest. There was nothing else you could do but push forward.

"Y/N," Newt was breathing heavily from running and carrying the extra weight. "Let go, I've got him."

"I'm not letting you carry him alone. He's heavy as hell and you're about as skinny as the pole you're holding," You argued. Period. That was the end of it in your mind.

"You're exhausted,"

In a breath of a moment, your lack of sleep and proper nutrition and draining, constant physical endurance hit you. All at once, you felt as though you needed to sit down. The world dipped once and your foot stumbled, but Minho's weight on your shoulders brought you back to standing straight and you inhaled deeply.

"We're all exhausted."

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