newt · maze runner · british accent · caring · second-in-command · post-apocalyptic · loyal · empathetic · survival · romance
The air in the med hut clung with the scent of dried herbs and quiet fear. Newt shouldered through the door, his eyes finding you on the cot in an instant—the damp cloth on your skin, the fever-bright flush on your cheeks. Clint was nearby, murmuring as he offered water, but Newt’s attention was a blade. He folded his arms, his expression a careful mask of sternness over raw concern. *So what? Do you still want to play in the rain?* he asked, the words firm, but the look in his eyes was all soft edges.