Locked Away (Newt x Reader) Part 4

~TIMESKIP 1 WEEK~
       
       “Wake up, (y/n). You’re free to go.” Clint’s voice woke you up.
       You groan as you blink open your eyes.
       “Why is she home free, but not me?” Newt complains.
       “Because she doesn’t have to go in the Maze. You aren’t fit to be in the Maze yet. Not to mention, you have second degree burns, and she had first degree burns.”
       “I didn’t hurt my legs, I hurt my bloody arm!”
       You decide to intervene before things get too heated, “Calm down, you two. And Lizard, you have doctors orders. Follow them. And Clint, thank you. I’ll be on my way, now.”
       Clint waves, “See you round, (y/n).”
       You wave back and walk out. It’s nice to feel the sun on your skin again. You smile up at the sun for a moment, then continue on your way. You aren’t quite sure where you’re going, so you just let yourself wander. Suddenly, a loud, obnoxious noise filled your ears. It sounded familiar… the sound you woke up to, on the first morning. The box was coming. You join the small mob of boys around the box hole, waiting for the box to open. Secretly, you hoped the new glader would be a girl, but you seriously doubted that your dream would come true. When the doors creaked open, you let out a slightly disappointed sigh. It was a boy. A dark haired asian boy with strong arms. And legs, but that was beside the point. Before anyone could stop you, you jumped down into the box and waited for him to notice you. It took a moment, but he did. Eventually. When He saw you, he sort of spooked, pushing himself against the wall of the box and firing you with questions, “Who are you? Where am I?”
       You keep your voice soft, like you did when you worked with the animals to keep them calm, “I’m (y/n). You’re in the Glade. It’s okay if you don’t remember anything. None of us do. Well, we remember our names, but that’s it. Do you remember yours?”
       The boy thought for a moment, then said in defeat, “No. I’m sorry.”
       You smile gently, “That’s okay. It’ll come. Let’s get out of this box. It’s awfully uncomfortable, don’t you think?”
       The boy smiled back and let out a short laugh, “Yeah.”
       You pull yourself out of the box, then offer your hand to the boy. Without realising it, you parrot the words Newt said to you on your first day, “Getting out is harder than it looks, greenie.”
       The boy takes your hand, and you pull him out of the box. He stands up and brushes himself off. You do the same, and turn to him, only to see a fist coming towards your face, then, impact. Your face explodes with pain, and you fall back to the ground. A few of the surrounding Gladers offer you their hands to help you up. You take on of them, then spot the back of the new glader running towards the woods. Without thinking, you take off after him. He didn’t hurt your legs, after all. You overtake him with ease, and when you’re at his side, you say to him, “Hey, greenie! What was that for?”, before tackling him to the ground.
       He tries to wrestle you off of him, but he’s too out of breath to do anything. Unlike you; you’ve barely broken a sweat (A/n Oh gosh, I wish). You pin his arms to his sides with your legs. After he stopped struggling you simply state, “There are three rules.  One, never hurt another Glader. Two, do your part. Three, don’t leave unless you have permission.”
       “Okay! Okay,” He starts to struggle again, “Would you let me go? I want to be alone.”
       You could understand that. You nod, “Just be back in the morning. Also, there’s this nice clearing that’s really comfortable. If you run at the pace you were running at, you should get there in a few minutes.” After saying that, you unstraddle him and watch him take off into the woods. You wait until you can’t see him anymore, then you turn and make your way back to the Homestead to get the damage done to your face assessed.

       When you walk back into the small room, Newt is the only one there. Which wasn’t horrible, but still.
       Without looking to see who it is, he calls out, “Go away, Clint. I’m fine.”
       You laugh, and respond in your best impression of Clint’s voice, “Well, I just wanted to tell you that the new greenie is a little bit of a jerk, seeing as he punched (y/n) in the face.”
       Newt’s head snapped towards your voice, and upon seeing your face, he sits up and crosses over to you. He tries to reach up with his bad arm, and winces in pain. Giving up, he looks at you sternly, “Were you asking for it?”
       You shake your head, “No. I had just helped him out of the box. Then he punched my and took off towards the woods, like I did. He’ll be back in the morning.”
       “And how do you know that?”
       “Because, if he doesn’t, I’ll go out to get him, then drag him back by the ear.”
       Newt stares at you for a moment before responding, “Remind me to not get you mad with me.”
       “Okay. Don’t get me mad at you.”
       “Thanks,” Suddenly, Newt’s knees buckle. You catch him by the elbows, then lead him back to his cot. Newt groans as he lays back down. You sit on your old cot, facing him.
       After a moment, you break the silence, “That’s why he won’t let you go, isn’t it.”
       “Yup,” Newt says it on his exhale, and pops the ‘p’.
       You decide to risk another question, “How long has it been like that?”
       “My entire time at the glade,” He rolls over to face you, “You see, it’s the strangest thing! It only happens if I’m worried or stressed.”
       “You were worried about me?”
       Newt’s cheeks turn bright red, “W-well, yeah, I mean, you are my friend, why wouldn’t I be worried about you?”
       Now it was your turn to blush, but your face injury covered it well, “I was just teasing. Lighten up!”
       Just then, Clint walked walked in and saved both of you from further humiliation, “I’m back! Wait, didn’t I just release you, (y/n)? Why are you back?”
       You twist to face him, but say nothing. His eyes widen when he see’s your face. He immediately comes over and starts to clean the blood and grime from your face. As he does so, he asks, “What did you do?”
       You struggle to reply, but you manage to say, “Well, I didn’t do anything. The new greenie punched me in the face.”
        “How did you respond?”
        “I chased him, then tackled him. Look, I told it all to Newt, and I’d rather not repeat it. It hurts to talk.”
        Clint finishes cleaning and bandaging your face, then makes you lay down, which gets the following response from you, “MY GOSH, I’M NOT A FREAKING CRIPPLE!”
        “Just lie down.”
        You huff, then relent. You hear Newt snickering in the background, and you turn to glare at him, “Remember your reminder from earlier?”
        Newt shut up. You grumble slightly about being stuck in the cot before sucumbing to sleep.