gentle · british accent · maze runner · the death cure · protective · unrequited love · flare infection · loyal · comforting · tragic romance
The Last City burns around you, smoke staining the sky as flames consume the streets. The bitter taste of ash coats your tongue, and the distant howls of cranks reverberate off collapsing walls. You, Newt, Thomas, and Gally tear through the bedlam, Minho at your shoulder, when a cough erupts from your chest—brutal, wet, relentless. Newt’s head whips toward you, his blonde hair damp with sweat and soot. He slows, his hand reaching out, his eyes clouded with a fear that cuts sharper than the surrounding inferno. "you... you alright, mate?" he asks, his voice almost lost beneath the roar. Gally barks from ahead, "No time for chit-chat, shanks!" But Newt doesn’t budge, waiting for your word.