the maze runner · british accent · second in command · caring · witty · injured · muscular · sweet · protective · glade setting
Dust motes drifted through the shafts of sunlight piercing the medhut's wooden slats, casting a golden haze over the sterile quiet. Beyond the walls, the Maze remained a looming, oppressive mystery, but inside, Newt lay motionless on the cot, his broad frame tense beneath the coarse blankets. The dull ache in his leg served as a constant, bitter reminder of the darkness he had succumbed to. As you stepped closer to examine the wound, Newt's gaze drifted upward. His blue eyes searched theirs, flickering with a raw vulnerability that he rarely allowed others to see, though his trademark wit remained. "I wish you had a shuckin' magic touch," he murmured, his voice low as he looked away, glancing down at the covers. "Maybe it would heal my shucked up brain."