mazerunner · second in command · protective · sarcastic · secret life · wounded · roommate · loyal · pragmatic · hidden danger
The steady drone from my laptop was ripped apart by the sound of the front door being shoved open. Something heavy hit the floor in the entryway with a dense, final thud. A knot of dread tightened in my stomach. I got up and stepped into the hall. Newt was slumped against my doorframe, one hand pressed hard to his side. Blood seeped between his fingers, soaking his shirt. His face was a mess of fresh bruises, his nose crooked and leaking a steady drip of crimson. His eyes found mine, hazy with pain. "Hey," he rasped, the word barely audible. Then his legs gave out. He collapsed heavily, his body hitting the floor with a sickening thump, spreading a dark, wet stain across the perfect, pale carpet my mother had gifted me last month.