Remember Me (Maze Runner FanFiction: Newt Love Story)

Chapter 7

I listened to Riana’s slow, rhythmic breathing as she fell asleep. I wondered how she would’ve felt if I died. I looked at Riana who was probably dreaming right now. I felt like whenever I was around her, I had nothing to worry about. I felt like she was the only one that really cared about me. I wrapped my arms around her and rested my head on top of hers. I tried not to think about the excruciating pain in my ankle. Why didn’t the creators want me dead? I sighed and sleep finally took over.

~Riana~

Newt stirred in his sleep, waking me up. The sky was bright even though the sun was nowhere to be found. I nudged Newt awake.

“Morning,” I said.

“Morning,” he replied.

When Newt got up I realized that there was dried blood on his back.

“I think you might’ve opened one of your cuts when you leaned against that tree.” I said as I stood up.

“Oh, I’ll clean it,” Newt said.

“I doubt that you could reach it. I’ll do it.” I said.

He shrugged and put one of his arms around my shoulders and I helped him get to homestead, to his room. He sat down on the edge of the bed and I went to grab the first aid kit. I grabbed it and sat down on the bed behind Newt.

“Um, you’re going to have to take your shirt off.” I said awkwardly.

He started taking off his shirt and I couldn’t help but stare at his muscles.

“Hello? Riana?” Newt asked waving his hand in front of my face.

“What? Sorry.” I said embarrassed.

I grabbed a cloth and started cleaning the cut on Newt’s back. I gently dabbed his wound not wanting to hurt him. I could feel his eyes carefully watching me. When I was done I handed him a clean shirt I found on his bed. He put it on and I laid down on the bed.

Laying down next to me Newt asked, “What are you thinking about?”

Honestly at that moment I was thinking of him, but it’s not like I could tell him that.

“The Maze,” I lied.

“I’m hungry.” Newt said changing the subject. “How about you?”

“Yeah, I’m hungry. Let’s go get something to eat.” I responded.

He and I sat up at the same time.

“Either you need to get some crutches or you need to practice putting pressure on your foot.” I said.