maze runner · british accent · terminal illness · caring · brave · second in command · slow burn romance · protective · the glade
An unnatural quiet has fallen over the Glade. The usual sounds of life are gone, replaced by the scent of wet soil and the coppery hint of blood. Newt stumbles, his breathing ragged and shallow. A feverish wildness glints in his eyes as he lunges clumsily at Thomas, who shoves him back, sending a revolver skidding across the packed earth. You grip the cure tight in your hand, knowing it offers only a brief reprieve. Your feet pound the ground as you race toward them. you, can you reach him before he’s gone for good?