Maze Runner: The Scorch Trials (Fan Fiction) Newt X Casey

Chapter 7

Casey POV 

     I walk away from the group, looking around at all the broken pieces of the building. I'm not sure entirely of what it was, but my guess is a mall. There are rooms all around us that look like they could be stores. The one that I'm approaching has several shelves with a few products on them, but they are too dusty to tell what they are. Most of the store has been cleared out, leaving empty shelves, and a lot of dust and sand. 

     "And where do you think your going?" A voice behind me asks. I turn around and see Newt standing behind me. He has his arms crossed and his head tilted to the side slightly. He wears an expression that says that he knows very well that I am injured. I adjust my stance anyway, putting weight on both my legs, instead of favouring my right side, since the bullet is in my left. I causally slide my hand down from my side, hoping he doesn't see the blood stain on my shirt. I try to arrange my face into a calm expression, instead of a painful grimace. "I'm looking around, like you said we should do." I say, trying to keep the strain out of my voice. "You're hurt." Newt states, nodding down at my blood soaked side. "No I'm not, I'm perfectly fine." I say defensively, crossing my arms and frowning at him. "Really?" He asks, raising an eyebrow, and looking at me like he doesn't believe me at all. Before I can react, he quickly moves forward and presses his hand against my side, right on top of my wound. 

     I gasp in pain, staring at him with a shocked expression. Newt releases his hand from my side and raises both his eyebrows at me this time. I look down at his hand, which is now covered in my blood. I feel a little bad, but at the same time, he is the one that willingly did that, so it's not my fault he got blood all over his hand. I look him in the eyes again, then drop my gaze to the floor, feeling awkward and embarrassed. "I um....as we were leaving the building, I got shot, and that's why I'm bleeding." I look back up at him, then add a little shyly. "This was actually supposed to be you. But I took the bullet instead." Newt looks at me in confusion. "Why?" He asks. "Because I like you, and I would risk my life to save yours any day." I think to myself, but I don't want to say that out loud. "Because it was the right thing to do. You deserve to live more than I do." I say instead. Newt sighs. "Casey, we all deserve to live equally. You didn't need to take that bullet." He reasons. I scowl at him, but keep an amused glint in my eyes. "Yeah, well I did anyway. So you're just going to have to deal with the fact that I'm a badass, and I'm totally fine and I don't need anyone's help, thank you very much." I say sarcastically, starting to turn away from him. Before I can completely walk away, he grabs onto my shoulder lightly, keeping me from moving away. "You do need my help." He says softly, staring into my eyes with an unreadable expression. "You can't remove that bullet by yourself. Let me fix you. Please." 

     I sit down onto a counter nearby, which sends painful shockwaves through my body. I try not to show any signs of pain. Newt is looking around the store, trying to find something that is even remotely close to tweezers. "You know, I could just use my knife." I suggest. He glances up at me. "That might damage you even more, we need something thinner." He goes back to searching the store, then a few minutes later he picks something up with a triumphant look on his face. Newt turns back to me, and I get a better look at what he's holding. It looks like some sort of thick metal wire with two prongs at the end of it. I am not so sure that this is a good idea, but it's better than nothing I suppose. 

     Newt kneels down beside me, and reaches forward to my shirt. Before he lifts it up, he looks up at me for approval. I nod, really hoping I'm not blushing, but I'm pretty sure it's too dark in here for him to see anyway. He holds his flashlight in between his teeth as he slowly lifts up the corner of my shirt. He looks a little awkward trying to hold the flashlight steady in his mouth, while holding the tweezers in his right hand, and having his left hand wrapped around my waist to keep me still. "Do you want me to hold the flashlight?" I offer. "No. I nee you ta kee sill an state." He responds, with not complete English, since he can't talk properly right now. I obey and straighten my posture as much as possible. 

     Newt reaches forward with the tweezers, laser focused on my wound. My heart starts to pound as the metal gets closer to my open flesh. Once it makes contact with my wound, I gasp a little in pain. "Shory." He murmurs. Newt inches the tweezers deeper into the wound. I bite my tongue to keep myself from making anymore painful noises. "You know, you don't really strike me as a surgeon. Are you sure you know your anatomy well enough to be doing this?" I ask jokingly, trying to keep my mind off the pain. Newt doesn't respond, he just chuckles slightly. 

     A few moments pass as Newt tries to maneuver the tweezers through my wound, searching for the bullet. I hadn't realized how deep it hit me, but apparently it went pretty deep. Newt has gradually leaned closer to me, to the point where I can feel his breath on my bare skin. Finally, I feel another painful shockwave go through me, as the tweezers graze against something metal. He looks up at me, then says. "Thish ish going ta hurt." "Yeah, no shit." I hiss, squeezing my eyes shut and gripping the edge of the counter tightly. 

     Newt carefully grips onto the bullet with the tweezers, and starts to pull it out. It hurts so much more than putting the tweezers into the wound. It feels as if he is dragging a burning ball of flames through my flesh. I clench my jaw, trying to keep myself from screaming out. "Amast there." Newt says calmly. Through my haze of pain, I realize that he has very steady hands, and works well under pressure. "Maybe he would be a good doctor. Definitely hot enough to be one." I think, feeling my cheeks heat up. 

     Finally, I feel something give way, and I once again gasp in pain. "Gah it." Newt says triumphantly. I look down, and see a bloody ball of metal wedged in between the metal tongs. I sigh in relief. "Thank you." I say. Newt takes the flashlight out of his mouth. "We still need to patch that up." He says, nodding at the wound that is still pouring out blood. I hastily clamp my hand around the wound, trying to stop the blood as much as I can. Newt gets up and walks back over the shelves. A moment later, he comes back, carrying a grey cloth. I lift my shirt up a little more, as he bends over slightly and starts tying the cloth around my torso.

     I am very aware of how close he is to me, but once he has finished and looks up at me, our faces are only inches apart. "Thank you." I say quietly. I can't figure out his expression, and I have no idea what he is thinking right now, but my thoughts are answered seconds later, as he presses his lips against mine.