We Don't Have Time For This (The Maze Runner/Newt)

Chapter 4

This chapters and past chapters remind me of the song "Over My Head" by the Fray, so to really get into it, lsiten to some the Fray

I woke to someone dabbing my face with a cold rag lightly. My eyes shot open and my breathing was harsh.

"Shhh" Clint said, taking the rag back. "Hes right over there."

I whipped aorund to see Newt, his knees pulled up to his chest, sound asleep in a chiar right next to my bed. I relaxed a little to see him relaxed and asleep. I lay my head back down on the pillow and exhaled. 

His head turned a bit towards we. Asleep, and with the hair pushed away from his forehead, he looked much younger. 

"I suspect it was exhaustion-"  Clint whispered, but I already knew.

"Mixed witrh a mild to severe concussion, put me out like a light." I said, remembering my broken hand. I examined the makeshift cast as Newt stirred. I looked over at him.

"Hmmmmmm" He moaned as his eyes opened, then he looked at me.

"You're awake" We both said at the same time. Clint left the room. Good thinking, Clint. 

I sat up, flinching a bit as my head throbbed. 

Newt looked at me. Well, we looked at eachother for a moment, and then I threw my arms around him. 

"I'm sorry. I'm such a slinthead. I didn't mean to hurt your feelings. I know you weren't faking. I know that now. It was just...the guys are keeping me in the dark about something, and its thrown me off my game, and with you acting weird-"

He cut me off my pulling me completely onto his lap. "Would you just shut up for a minuet. Its okay." He said. He laced his arms around me, pulling me tight. I clutched his t-shirt. He smelled like sweat, soap, and a scent I can't describe with any other word than boy. 

I dont know how long he held me, but he started rocking back and forth, and patting my hair.  I rubbed circles on his arm with my thumb. I couldn't help but fall asleep, even though my heart was beating a mile a minuet.

I was alone when I woke up. I looked out my window. It must have been around 6 in the morning, because it was barely light out and the doors weren;t opened, so I laced up my running shoes, checked my watch, and headed outside to meet the others. I found my group in our normal spot right by the doors. 

"Morning guys." I said, stretching. They all looked at me weird. 

"What the shuck do you think your doing?" Minho asked. 

"Um, my job?" I asked. 

"No way I'm letting you run. You still need to recover." He said. 

"What? No. I'm fine, I can-" I said, but sollapsed in mid-sentence. I got an amazing pain in my forehead. I couldn't open my eyes. My whole world was spinning.

I felt a strong arm pick me up. I didn't have to look to know it was Newt. I leaned aginast him as he waved Minho off.  "I've got her." He said. 

I tried to walk, but I couldn't while having all my weight supported by Newt, and thats when he picked me up under my knees. I buried my face in the chest, as if it helped. 

I sat on my bed for an hour, screaming and clenching my fists. After begging Newt to leave, he finally had. The pain left soon enough, too, although I did throw up everything in my stomach afterwards. I must be having late reactions to the injuries to my head. 

I wasn't allowed to leave bed for the next week. Newt visited every morning and night. I wondered if he actually liked me. He sure had been acting it lately. He would stay in my room until late at night talking with me. Maybe he didn't hate me after all. Although, sometimes I would get nervouse around him because of how good looking he was.