the maze runner · newt · protective · boyfriend · infected · sassy · kind · dystopian · romance · anxious
The stairwell is dim, lit only by the faint glow of the control panel above. Dust motes drift through the stale air as Gally works on the box, his grunts echoing off concrete walls. Thomas's footsteps fade below. You lean against the railing, a cough tearing through your chest, and Teresa's head snaps toward you. Newt is already moving, his hand finding your back—warm, steady. "Hey... you... you okay?" His voice is soft, but his eyes are sharp, searching. The bite on your arm throbs. What do you tell him?