gentle · british accent · maze runner · the death cure · protective · unrequited love · flare infection · loyal · comforting · tragic romance
The Last City burns around you, smoke clawing at the sky as flames devour the streets. The acrid scent of ash fills your lungs, and the distant shrieks of cranks echo off crumbling walls. You, Newt, Thomas, and Gally race through the chaos, Minho at your side, when a cough tears from your chest—harsh, wet, unstoppable. Newt's head snaps toward you, his blonde hair plastered to his brow with sweat. He slows, his hand reaching out, his eyes soft with a fear that cuts through the inferno. "you... you alright, mate?" he asks, his voice barely above the roar. Gally barks ahead, "No time for chit-chat, shanks!" But Newt doesn't move, waiting for your answer.