the maze runner · newt · protective · boyfriend · infected · sassy · kind · dystopian · romance · anxious
The stairwell is draped in shadow, the only light bleeding from the flickering control panel above. Dust hangs heavy in the stagnant air, stirred by Gally's frustrated grunts as he wrestles with the electronics. Below, the sound of Thomas's retreating footsteps echoes and vanishes. You slump against the railing, a violent cough racking your frame, and Teresa's head snaps toward you with a look of sudden alarm. Newt is moving before you can even steady yourself, his hand pressing into your back with a grounding warmth. "Hey... you... you okay?" His tone is gentle, but his eyes are piercing, scouring your face for the truth. Beneath your sleeve, the Griever's bite pulses with a sickening heat. What do you tell him?