Running From Your Problems (a Newt/ Maze Runner fanfic)

First Day

I wake up the next morning in a soft bed.

"Where am I?" I ask to nobody at all.

"The Glade," a boy walks into the room that I am in and smirks.

"Holy crap!" I yell and scramble to pull the covers over myself. "Haven't you ever heard of knocking?"

"Yes, but old habits die hard don't they?" he smirks. His slight accent slowly bringing back memories.

"Newt, tell me why you are here or get out before I make you," I warn.

"It's your first day working in the Glade. you will be helping the med-jacks. You might want to get up or Gally will have another reason to say that you deserve to spend a night in the slammer."

"Why does he hate me?" I ask.

"Because you are stirring up rumors that cause most of the Gladers to stop working."

I get up and get ready in record time, even though I have no other times to compare it to. I make it to the med-jacks hut with seconds to spare before I would be considered late.

"Okay newbie," one of the med-jacks says to me. "you will be doing simple stuff for the day, like cleaning simple wounds and wrapping sprained ankles."

And with that, what I'm guessing is going to be an extremely boring day starts.

Four hours of doing practically nothing later, there was a large crash followed by many shouts and a few screams of pain.

I run out of the shack that I was in to see what had happened.

One of the older buildings that was being worked on by the builders had apparently collapsed on top of them. It was one of the largest buildings in the Glade and it was needed for everyday work.

"Grab all the bandages that you can carry and someone get some antiseptic and pain medicine!" the keeper of the med-jacks barked out orders.

I grab all the bandages that I can hold and run towards the collapsed building.

By the time that I get there, most of the builders have been pulled from the wreckage.

"Give me the bandages!" The same med-jacks yells at me.

I hand him the bandages.

"Go make sure that there isn't still people left in there!" He barks.

I oblige and walk around what is left of the structure.

Once I reach the other side, I hear a faint voice.

"Is someone in there?" I yell.

"Y/n? Is that you? Get me out of here!" I realize with a sickening jolt that it was Newt trapped under the debris. The fear in his voice obvious.

I immediately start pulling wood scraps out of the way.

"Just stay still!" I yell at him and attempt to pull a large beam out of the way.

The beam finally breaks free and I climb into the tiny opening that leads right to Newt.

"Help me get this bloody beam off of my good leg!" he yells.

Together we manage to pry the beam off of Newt's leg.

"Here," I wrap my arm around his shoulder, helping him stand up.

Newt looks at me and smirks, "y/n, I thought that you hated me having my arm around your shoulders and here you are, with your arm around my shoulders and you didn't think twice about doing it."

"Oh shut up you shank," I grumble. "I'm only doing it because you injured yourself working on that stupid building."

"That's your excuse," Newt states and continues leaning on me for support.

Once we back to the med-jack building, I was practically carrying Newt.

"I'm fine," he protests.

"I don't care what you think," I argue. "I still want them to check out your leg. I am practically carrying you after all."

A med-jack runs up to us and helps me walk Newt to the nearest table.

"It looks like you didn't break anything, so that's good. Just don't run for a few days and you should probably have someone help you get back to homestead," the same med-jack says and stands to leave the room. "I think that you should go and get some rest for now."

Newt immediately looks at me and raises his eyebrows.

"Fine," I grumble. "I'll help you back to the homestead."