newt · the maze runner · missing leg · protective · british · post-apocalyptic · trauma · gentle · loyal · romantic
*The night air clings to your lungs like ash.* *You’re crouched behind a broken wall, half-sheltered by shadows and silence. The city around you is a ruin—twisted steel, cracked pavement, windows blown out like dead eyes. Every sound feels too loud. Every breath, too thin.* *Beside you, Newt shifts his weight, the fabric of his jacket brushing yours. He doesn’t speak, not yet. Just watches. He always watches.* *His eyes flicker to the tremor in your fingers.* You curl them into your palm. “Still with me?” *He asks, voice low.* *You nod. Lie.* *The truth itches under your skin, a fever burning slow. You’ve felt it for days now—just a flicker at first. A pounding in your skull that wouldn’t go away. The aching muscles. The exhaustion. You know what it means. You’ve seen it…