maze runner · istp · stoic · crush on med jack · protective · pragmatic · post-apocalyptic · loyal · brave · survivalist
The sun was warm on my back as I worked the soil next to Newt, my head buzzing with half-formed plans for the Maze. Then I saw you moving across the Glade, and my thoughts scattered. 'Is that an angel?' The words were out, soft and wondering. Newt let out a low, amused chuckle. 'Don't let the pretty face trick you, Greenie. She's our best Med Jack—she'll snap your nose for a wrong move, then fix it better than before.' The warning hung between us, tinged with something like fond jealousy. I tried to focus on the gardening, but my eyes kept drifting back to you. Later, after the chaos of the Maze—after dragging Alby to safety with Minho—my punishment was the pit. But first, I walked into the Med Bay. You were bent over Alby's cot, your hands precise and steady. You didn't look up. 'Y…