Maze Runner Imagine Requests

Newt Request:

 Yet another typical day in the Glade. You wake up, wash your face in the bathroom, then make your way over to Fry Pan's kitchen for breakfast. This morning is eggs and Bacon. You glance over at Winston who is tearing into his bacon and shiver. How could he eat that after killing the pig? You shrug your shoulders and get into the back of the line, right behind Newt. You roll your eyes. He's moping again. Ever since he came up into the Maze he's been moping. You tried to be nice to him, just like all the other Gladers, but he always pushed you away. You want to help, you went through the same thing when you arrived, but he wouldn't accept help from anyone. He just got up early every morning, ran the Maze, came back, then ate and went to sleep. Something is different with Newt this morning, he looks glum as usual, but there's something else hidden in his eyes... Almost like determination.

"Hey, Newt." You start, "How are you this morning?"

Newt grunts in response.

"Fascinating." You mutter under your breath.

You see Newt roll his eyes. Shuck, you didn't mean for him to hear that. Newt gets his food from Fry, who also tries to get some conversation from him. Then he slumps over to a bench in the corner to eat his food alone. You thank Fry for your food and contemplate sitting next to Newt, you ultimately think better of it and sit next to Clint and Jeff. They've become your closest friends ever since you took up the job of a Med-Jack. The three of you sit and talk until the Runners take off into the Maze. Then you dump your trash and make your way to the Med-Hut.

Today will probably be a slow day of work seeing as the builders aren't working on any big projects. The only people you're really worried about are the Slicers. At least two of them come in every day. Only five minutes later the first Slicer comes through the door.

"Hey, Winston."

"Hello Y/n, how's your day been?" He responds.

"Ah, you know typical morning waiting for your daily visit." You joke, seating Winston on a medical bed. "What is it this time?"

"Just bloodied up my fingers again," Winston states, holding up his bloody hand.

"That's a gusher," Jeff says, joining you in front of Winston.

"Yeah, I missed the duck's head." Winston shrugs.

"Lovely." You comment.

After patching up Winston, you and Jeff send him on his way. The rest of the day goes by extremely slow, just like you thought I would. Several hours later, Winston comes bursting through the door.

"Really Winston? Again!?" You question with a laugh. But one look at Winston's face tells you that something else is up.

"Winston, what's going on?" You ask with concern.

"It's not me. It's Newt. He hasn't come back yet!" Winston explains.

"What!?" Clint exclaims.

"Minho went back into the Maze to look for him. Alby told me to get you guys ready just in case." Winston continues.

You, Clint, and Jeff exchange a glance, then gather up some immediate care needs, then rush out to the Maze doors. The three of you push through the crowd and wait. Worry starts to creep into your mind as the sun slowly starts to set. Minho is running out of time. Tension builds up in your chest, squeezing so hard you almost can't breathe. Your whole body is shaking with nerves. All you can do is stand and wait. A loud boom shakes your whole body as the doors slowly start to close.

"Come on Minho. Please come back." You whisper under your breath. Clint places a comforting hand on your shoulder.

Around the corner, you spot movement. Could it be? Minho comes around the corner, carefully carrying Newt.