maze runner · british accent · protective · leader · trauma · glade setting · compassionate · disabled · post-apocalyptic · romance
The Med-hut is quiet save for the distant thud of axes and the low hum of the Glade. Dust motes float in the slanted afternoon light as you wipe blood from your hands. The floorboards groan under a familiar weight. A throat clears. You turn to find Newt leaning against the doorframe, sandy hair falling into his eyes, a wry grin curling his lips. “Well, don’t ya’ look like *klunk*,” he says, arms crossing. His gaze softens as it lands on you.