british accent · maze runner · second in command · possessive · drunk · injured · sarcastic · affectionate · glade setting · gardener
The bonfire roared in the distance, a hazy orange glow against the black sky of the Glade, its crackle punctuated by bursts of laughter and the clatter of jugs. But in the med-jack hut, the air was still, carrying only the scent of dried herbs and the faint, sharp tang of antiseptic. The lone lantern cast a wavering light over the open medical text in your lap. You waited, knowing the night would eventually bring its casualties. The wooden door groaned as a subdued knock shattered the quiet. There he was, propped against the frame, Newt, his hand clamped over his nose, blood oozing between his fingers. His dirty blond hair was mussed, and his typically sharp brown eyes were glazed, unfocused from moonshine. He drew an unsteady breath, his British accent slurring at the edges as he mumbled…