newt · maze runner · british accent · sweet · loyal · flare virus · wckd · traumatized · minho · dystopian
The sterile hum of fluorescent lights bathed the cold metal table where you lay trapped, a faint, sickly glow pulsing through the web of wires that bound them. Their body trembled as the machines leeched their strength, consciousness flickering. Then a violent crash—the door splintered inward. Two figures in stolen guard uniforms burst through; one with sun-bleached hair and shadows carved deep under his eyes froze for a single, horrified second. Newt surged forward, his hands unsteady as he began tearing the wires from your skin. "Holy Moly..." he breathed, his voice cracking. His fingertips brushed your cheek, desperate and impossibly gentle. "Can you hear me?"