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NEWT - Wounded

"Someone, get (Y/N)!" Minho yelled as he utilized the last bits of his energy to run through the maze doors. He held on to Newt, whose shirt was splattered with blood. His arm was around Newt's torso while Newt's arm was draped over Minho's shoulder. Newt's legs could barely support his weight and his face expressed grotesque pain. The Gladers panicked at the sight of Minho and Newt. Ben immediately ran to them and wrapped Newt's other arm around his neck as they hurried to get to the med-jacks' hut.
You sat beside the bed you had just made and fiddled with your supplies which was packed away neatly. You had exquisite knowledge in treating injuries when you arrived and needless to say, you were the best med-jack. No one else had a gentler touch or a keener eye. You adjusted the bandages and tools, straightening them and meticulously placing them parallel to each other.
All of a sudden, the door of the hut burst open, making you flinch.
"(Y/N), help us. Newt's injured," Ben panicked as he panted. You stood up and careened to the door. You gasped at the sight of Newt's bloody shirt and weakened stature as Ben and Minho were the only things holding him upright. His face told you about the pain that was crushing his nerves and you knew you had to do something quick.
"Get him on the bed," you instructed. Minho and Ben groaned as they hauled Newt over to the bed. You scrambled and rummaged about the shelves stocked with supplies. "Lay him down gently," you reminded. Ben took Newt's arm off from around his shoulder and assisted Minho in laying Newt down. Your eyebrows knitted in worry as Newt groaned in pain. With your supplies in your hand, you rushed to Newt's side and pulled on an old crate for you to sit on.
"Ben, Minho," you turned to them. "I'm gonna have to ask you to leave for a while."
They exited the hut hesitantly. As soon as they had left, you turned to face Newt.
'Newt," you gently said, his agonized face wrenching your heart. "I'm going to have to remove your shirt, alright?" you move closer to him and quietly instructed for him to sit up. He did his best to hold in a groan and it was evident that he was trying to keep his composure.
He bit down on his lower lip as you slowly lifted his shirt and tossed it to the side. He lay back down and placed a hand over his lower abdomen. Your heart broke as you examined his toned chest. Gashes, deep ones, ran up to as long as the length of your hand across his chest, surrounded by smaller ones. The blood did not faze you but it was his condition that did. There were numerous smaller cuts and gashes around his ribcage and you knew that this was going to take a long time to heal.
"Newt, this might sting a little," you warned as you dipped a towel into a bowl of water which you had diluted a disinfectant in. "Scream out if you have to, okay?"
Biting your lip, you wrung the cloth and ran your fingers over the skin that had been left unharmed. He flinched slightly and shut his eyes as he anticipated what was to come next. You pressed the towel lightly to the edge of the deepest cut. He hissed in pain and shut his eyes tighter. "I'm sorry, Newt," you apologized as you cleaned the blood off of his skin. You'd have to do this fast.
"Just a little more, okay? I'm almost done," you comforted. You noticed his muscles relax and breathing return to normal as the tension in his chest began to fade. You rinsed the towel and felt Newt shift on the bed. To your surprise, he sat even more upright. "Doesn't it hurt more?" you asked, worried about him.
"Keep going, (Y/N)," he muttered. You rinsed the cloth once more and continued to clean the blood up from his wounds. You looked up at him every once in a while and a weak smile would be across his lips. You felt his stare burning your skin as he watched you work and your breathing turned erratic at the pressure you were feeling.
A lock of hair blew down onto your face and into your eyes, obstructing your view. As you were busy cleaning his wounds, you didn't want to brush it up. Instead, you tried to blow it up back to where you came from. You tried and just when you thought you had succeeded, it found its way back into your eye. You groaned in frustration as Newt softly chuckled at your actions.
He slowly lifted a hand up to your face and brushed the lock of hair back, momentarily stopping you from moving as shock overcame you. You smiled at him, showing your gratitude and amusement.
"There, all done," you said as you put the bowl of red-stained water away and washed your hands in another.
"Did it hurt?" you asked as you watched him lie back down.
"I thought it would, but looks like you've got magic in your fingertips," he smiled.
You giggled in response as you dried your hand. You then reached for the medicine that would help his wounds dry up faster.
"Hey, I'm gonna have to slather this thing all over you, I hope you don't mind," you said as you unscrewed the cap of the tube of ointment.
"Not at all," he breathed as he made himself comfortable on the pillow.
You sat back down on the crate beside the bed and shifted closer so you could be level to his chest for easier access and better precision. You squeezed out the medicine onto your fingers and started smoothing them over the smaller cuts along his ribcage and lower torso first. Your jaw clenched in concentration as you traced your fingers along his cuts, being very careful not to apply too much pressure so that you wouldn't hurt him. Sweat was beginning to form along his temples and nape, dampening his hair. It really was hot in that hut.
You continued to apply more, covering every inch of what you had to. You stopped as you felt a hand run through your hair. You looked up at Newt to see him smile at you with half-lidded eyes.
"Don't mind me doing this," he said. "It keeps me relaxed."
You smiled and blushed as you returned to what you were doing. You meticulously applied the medicine over the gashes on his chest, almost finishing the tube because he had just that many cuts all over his body. And throughout the time that you did so, his fingers remained entangled in your hair, brushing through them all the way to the ends then again from the top of your head. You didn't mind because not only did it help him relax, it helped you focus. It soothed you and somehow, reminded you to be gentler. Every brush of his hand through your locks seemed to have such a calming effect over the most of you, contradicting the tiny sparks that electrified your veins. His touch was something that could easily reduce you into a puddle but you had to stay extra focused if you wanted Newt to heal.
"Hey shank, sit upright. I gotta wrap you up," you smiled as you helped him lift his back off the bed. He waited and watched you as you started unrolling the thick and wide bandage that would go around his chest.
"Alright, now lift your arms up slightly so I could get around ya."
He followed accordingly and you reached around him, wrapping the bandages tight enough. You felt the familiar burn against your skin that he could make you feel with just his eyes and the fact that you knew he was smiling and you didn't know whether you should pick up the pace or take your time.
You finished it up anyway and made sure it was snug around his chest. You sealed the thick layers of bandages with a small metal hook. Sighing in relief, you started to clean up the small table beside you which was now cluttered with the tools you had used.
"Hey, (Y/N)," Newt called out as he slowly lay back down. "Thank you."
"It's nothing, Newt," you smiled. "It's my job."
"But you surely do it well and better than the others. Every time those boys hold a bloody pair of scissors I feel as if they would cut me open again with a wrong move," he joked.
"Hey, listen, you should get some sleep. Some rest. But I suggest not moving around too much so your bandages don't shift. Those are some pretty deep wounds, Newt. And I'm guessing you don't really want to tell me how you got them." You moved over to the foot of the bed where a blanket lay folded and picked it up.
"Smart lass, you are," he smirked. His eyes flickered over to you undoing the folds of the blanket.
"You're really making me go to sleep?" he asked.
"Well, yes."
"But it hurts, it stings. How do I sleep?"
You didn't know how to answer. He had a point.
"Uh," you mumbled as you thought of something.
"Maybe if you slept beside me and held my hand it would stop hurting," Newt beamed with a slight twinkle in his eye. "I'd probably sleep better too. Don't you think?"
"Are you waiting for me agree with you?" you laughed and shook your head as you walked to his side of the bed, still holding on to the blanket.
"I already know you agree with me," he grinned, his eyes lighting up although there were signs that they were tired and sleepy.
"I hate it when you're right," you rolled your eyes as you eased yourself on the bed next to him and laid the blanket over the two of you. He turned his head towards you and smiled.
You mirrored his actions and held his hand underneath the blanket, just as he had asked you to.
"Is it still hurting?" you asked with a slight tone of amusement in your voice as you took in the feeling of his fingers interlocked with yours.
"Not anymore now that you're here. I told you it would work," he replied with a smile as he shut his eyes.
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