The Maze Runner Imagines

Newt Imagine

"No! No, no, no, no, no, NO!" He screams, the words ripping its way out of his raw throat. "No! You can't leave me, (Y/N)! We can get you back to the Glade. It's only a Griever sting. Please," Newt sobs, burying his tear-ridden face into your chest. I know that he's sugar-coating it. I look down at my side. A huge gaping hole greets me. Blood flows thickly and pools on the floor by Newt's leg. I touch the wound slowly with my hand. The area is already numb. I slowly lift a bloodied hand to his back. "It's okay, Newt. You'll be fine. I love you," you rasp out, feeling each word drain your remaining energy from you. "I can't live without you! (Y/N)! That's not fair! You can't leave me here alone! I have nothing else, no one else to live for," he yells, and I feel wet drops land on my neck. I suddenly crumple over, rolling myself into a ball. Panting I say, "Newt. Newt. Look at me." He lifts his head, alarmed. Your name forms on his lips, a questioning look in his eyes. I slowly shake my head, I can feel myself slipping away. I put out one if my hands and he clasps it between both of his. I lean up a bit, painfully. He leans down, gently pressing his lips to mine. Moments later, I pull away, crying. "It was a perfect last kiss. I'll miss you, Newt. I love you. Don't do anything stupid. See you on the other side, love." Your eyes close and your breathing slows. Memories flood back and seven minutes later, like a movie ending, I see the black appear. Inevitable, yet, people always freak out about it. Gone.