Multi-Fandom One-Shots

Newt || Group B

I was sitting in the med-jacks hut, doing nothing, when the alarm went off. The box alarm.

That wasn't supposed to happen. The new greenie came up yesterday?

I sprinted over, the first one there.

A minute later the box stopped. Harriet and I flung open the box and I jumped in.

I gasped at the sight in front of me.

"I-It's a boy" I said.

I heard gasps above me, followed by some silent muttering.

"And I think he's dead"

I noticed something clutched in his hand. It was a piece of paper.

"He's the last one. Ever" I read slowly.

I expected an outburst from the Gladers, but everything was silent.

Suddenly he sat up and started gasping for air.

"Everything's going to change" He said in a thick british accent, then fell back down, going unconscious.

"Why don't we bring him to my hut?" I asked quietly.

"Yeah.." Harriet said, then Sonya hopped down with us and helped pick him up and carry him to the hut.

We placed him down on the bed, and I sat down next to him.

"Well I'll just..... make sure he doesn't die." I shrugged.

"Alright. I'll be back in an hour." Harriet said and left, Sonya following her.

I sat there watching the boy. His chest rose and fell in even breaths, and his pink lips sat parted on his smooth face.

I know I shouldn't, but I started to find him attractive.

Stop it. I told myself.

Everyone's going to be all over him, and Harriet isn't going to let you date him or whatever.

Still, I couldn't help but stare at him while he slept. I hadn't seen a boy in... what.... 2 and a half years? And now that one is here, he bears a terrible message and is hot. Great.

His smooth breathing was cut off sharply as he sat up and began gasping.

I stood up.

"Are you okay?" I asked. His breathing slowed and he nodded.

"Yeah I just-" He winced and brought his hand to his head.

"Hold on." He said, he turned over to the bedside table and found a marker, wrote something on his arm, then calmed down.

"What did you write?" I asked curiously.

"I-I don't know. My memories were being like, sucked out of my head, so I just wrote the last thing I remembered."

I took a step forward and looked at his arm.

It said "WICKED is good" in sloppy writing.

"What's that supposed to mean?" He asked, looking up at me.

I shook my head. "I don't know, but WICKED is the name on our supplies."

"They must be the people who sent us up here." he said quietly.

There was a moment of silence as I took in what he just said.

"You're right." I said.

I cleared my throat.