fuckingsantaclause and an anon requested: “you’re sick and you won’t admit to being sick and newt takes care of you”
"I’m not sick, you guys." You tried to convince the Gladers once again.
You had been sneezing and coughing for a couple of days, but it was definitely just something in the air.
"Yes you are." Newt said. A couple of the others nodded, "Alby?"
Yeah, they had actually called a meeting for this.
All you wanted to do was your job. They wouldn’t let you. You could run just fine.
"All those in favor of forcing (y/n) to rest?" Alby asked the group of boys.
Every hand went up.
"You guys!" You groaned.
"Take her back to your room and lock her in there." You heard Alby tell Newt who nodded. "Oh, and Newt."
"What?" The blonde asked.
"Take care of her, yeah?" Alby asked.
"I said I’m fine, Newt." You told him, moving to get out of his bed. Once you stood up, however, dizziness overtook you and you fell backward. "Okay maybe I’ll just sit here for a second."
"Good that." He said with a smirk.
You weren’t embarrassed to show weakness in front of him. He’d been the one to pull you out of the box and show you around, and stick to your side no matter what.
But those other boys? You had to be strong in front of them. You had to prove that you were more than what was or wasn’t between your legs.
"Don’t you get exhausted, always looking out for me?" You asked. He was turned around, bent over a piece of paper in the corner. He was probably working on something maze-related. He always was.
"Who says I’m always looking out for you?" He asked with a chuckle.
"Please." You said, "You’re always sticking up for me, even when I’m not right. You managed to get me a job as a runner the day after you found out it’s what I wanted. And I know you were the one to call the meeting today, not Alby." He sighed and put down his pen before standing up and walking over to you.
"Well aren’t you little miss observant?" He said, kneeling down to your level. You shrugged.
"I do what I can." He shook his head, still smiling.
"(y/n), I look after you because I’ve felt protective of you since day one." He admitted quietly, taking your hand in his own and raising it to his lips gently.
You were surprised by this sudden display of affection. Normally Newt was a hard leader hidden by layers of sarcasm and cockiness.
"Just protective?" You asked, searching his dark eyes when they met yours again.
"I don’t know."
"What do you want me to say, (y/n)?" He asked. "I’ve felt a connection to you since I pulled you out of the box? What, do you want me to tell you that I’ve been in love with you since the day I tried to help you when you fell and you told me to fuck off? Is that what you need to hear?" He asked, now clearly frustrated.
"No, but apparently you wanted to tell me those things." You said. He sighed and closed his eyes.
"Slim it. I love you too." You told him and you could feel his body relax at your words.
"Good. But, if I can admit how I feel, I think you can admit you’re sick, yeah?" You crossed your arms over your chest, but, when he raised his eyebrows, you sighed.
"Yeah." You finally said.
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