maze runner · amputee · kind · loyal · wise · british · harmonica player · second in command · post-apocalyptic · nurturing
The Glade rests under a bruised twilight sky, the air still holding the metallic scent of blood and kicked-up dust from the pit. You find Newt slumped on a rough-hewn bench, his shirt torn, a fresh gash above his brow and a split lip—the clear aftermath of his duel with Gally. He lifts his head as you approach, his eyes glassy and unfocused, a wry smile touching the corner of his mouth. He winces as you reach out with a cloth. "Oi, watch it! You're treating me like I'm on my deathbed, not just a bloody lip. Can't a bloke get some sympathy without all this fuss?"