!!DISCONTINUED!! Into The Maze - The First Girl - Newt x Reader x Minho

Chapter 37

"But why?" I whine and Jeff groans in exasperation, "I've told you, Y/N, I've told you a thousand times, and I'll keep telling you, you can't walk because if you do you'll injure yourself more and have to spend more time in bed".

"I could just hop!"

"You're not hopping around The Glade! And if you tried, you wouldn't manage it without hitting your foot on the ground".

"But-!"

"NO, Y/N!"

"Ugh! Fine... I'll just sit here and rot then" I flop back on my pillow and fold my arms across my chest. "You won't rot", Jeff says, and I frown at him, "How do you know?" I ask, and he turns back to his work of sorting supplies -he always seems to have supplies to sort- muttering something under his breath.

"What did you say?" I ask suspiciously, and he looks back at me, "I said that dealing with you is like dealing with a three year old".

"Well you're the one who won't even let me go outside!"

"That's because I want you to get better as quickly as possible! And if I let you outside, you'll just go run around or climb the Homestead or something, and if you keep moving around and using your foot then that undoes all my hard work!"

"And mine" Clint adds, poking his head into the room, then seeing the frustrated look on my face he quickly adds "Newt's here to see you, Y/N". I push myself up eagerly, "Finally! I haven't seen anyone all day beside this ugly shank" I say, gesturing towards Jeff who huffs in indignation and leaves, muttering again.

Then Newt walks in, and a grin splits my face, matching the smile lighting up his own, "Newt!" I cry happily, all my annoyance and frustration evaporating like dew in the morning, and he hugs me, kissing me lovingly and sitting down beside me on the bed.

"How're you doing love?" Newt asks, and my grin widens, "Oh you know, whining, complaining, driving Jeff nuts; I'm pretty good, although I would be a lot happier if I could go outside".

He laughs, and the sound sends a thrill of pleasure through me. "I don't envy him, but no pain or anything?" he asks, gesturing to my bandaged foot and I grimace, "It aches most of the time, but unless I move wrong or hit it, that's all it does. I did crack the bone and sprain it really bad though, so I guess it'll take time to heal".

"To right it will! And running around The Glade with your boyfriend won't make the time any less!" we hear Jeff's muffled yell from the next room and glance at each other before bursting into laughter. I've been shut up in the Med-jack hut for so long, with only the regular visits of Newt occasionally interrupted by the other boys keeping me sane; and I haven't had a reason to laugh for so long that Jeff's words are hilarious to my emotionally confined brain.

I fall back on my bed, laughing so hard my stomach aches, and when Jeff pops his head into the room, a confused and slightly concerned look on his face, I laugh even more, Newt joining in as Jeff retreats, shaking his head.

I love Newts laugh. It's loud, but not in a bad way, more in a way which fills the space he's in and puts everyone at ease, no matter who they are or what they are like. Whenever he laughs, I can't help but join in, and his attempts to smother his laughter results in snorting giggles -another Newt specialty- which just makes me laugh harder, which makes him laugh harder, and the cycle continues.

It's a good five minutes before we have ourselves under control, aside from the occasional bout of giggling, and I lean back against the wall, admiring Newt as I always do when I get the chance. Honestly, how the shuck can one single shank be so perfect?

The bright sunshine from outside streams through the window, lighting the dust mites that dance through the hut and surround Newt like his own personal halo; his tanned face is flushed from laughing, his floppy blonde hair shines like gold, and his chocolate brown eyes are warm and loving as he smiles. That smile could light up the whole world, I think as I feel myself falling in love with him all over again, He's my whole world.