Warmth (Newt)

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You wipe sweat off your forehead and try to focus on clipping the vines. Was it hotter out here than normal? You look to Newt who was picking tomatoes, not seeming to be warmer than usual at all.

He catches you staring and his face twists into concern. "Y/N? Are you alright?"

You're about to answer when your knees give out and you hit the ground.

"Y/N!" Newt shouts on in surprise and rushes over to you, dropping the tomatoes. "Get the med-jacks," he orders Zart who begins running. "Y/N what happened?"

You look up to him with squinted eyes. Everything was in a short of sheen and you found it oddly interesting. "I'm okay...its just really hot out here."

Newt furrows his eyebrows and pushes a hand to your forehead. "You're freezing! We need to get you inside somewhere, now."

***

Clint and Jeff told you that you had the flu. It was no surprise, really. After fainting in the Gardens and battling your body temperature that didn't want to stay in the same place, you'd began to suspect yourself. They sent you to stay in your room for a week or until you were feeling well enough again.

So there you were, laying in your bed with a blanket wrapped around your thighs but letting your bare calves sit in the open air because heaven knew you'd be hot in the next five minutes. You stare at the wall, feeling like utter klunk. You wish you could be working instead of being sick, you hated it. Your body ached and your skin was sensitive to the touch.

The door shook from someone knocking softly. They pushed inside and you turned your head to see who it was. Newt. He was carrying a tray with a bowl of something.

"Hey love, how are you feeling?" his eyes nearly melted and dripped with concern for you.

"Bout as good as I look," you groaned.

"Oh, so you're feeling pretty amazing, then?" A smile spreads across his face and he sits on the side of your bed.

You roll your eyes and sigh. "What's that?" You gesture to the soup and Newt looks down at it.

"Soup. Frypan wanted to do something because he felt bad." Newt put the tray on your nightstand and you took the bowl, warming your hands on the warm outside. You smelled it and, even though it didn't smell too great, it was still one of the best things Frypan could make. You smiled at his small deed.

"What time is it?" You ask Newt. You didn't know how many hours you'd been in your room already, but you had heard the Maze doors shut a while ago.

"Late," Newt said, not completely sure. The light had faded from your room and everything was nearly dark. You couldn't see any of Newts features which made you a little sad.

"Look, I have to go talk to Minho and Thomas real quick, but I'll be back soon, alright?"

You wondered what he had to talk to them about but you were too tired to ask. So you just agreed and he patted your hand in the dim light.

Once he was gone, you started eating the soup. You were careful not to spill any, but, inevitably, some still got in your hair. Wonderful. You weren't able to finish the soup because you became really warm again, almost to the point of unbearableness. You pushed the blanket off of you and were tempted to lay on the floor. It was cooler there, right?

It wasn't too much longer before Newt was back, this time with a blanket wrapped in his arms and a lantern in his hand. When he saw you'd pushed you blanket off of you and onto the ground, he looked to the one in his hands and sighed.

"Guess you won't be needing this, will you?" He picked your blanket off of the floor and held that one too.

"Sorry. I'm sure I'll use it not too long from now though." You internally groaned at your stupid temperature fluctuations.

Newt put the blankets at the foot of your bed and sat on the edge, putting the lantern on the tray with your half finished soup. It was nice to actually have light instead of sitting in the dark.

Newt gently moved a lock of your hair off of your forehead and tucked it behind your ear. He frowned to himself. "You know, you really scared me this morning when you collapsed."

You chuckle. "Sorry, I didn't mean to alarm you."

Newt shook his head. "I'm just glad you're alright." He rested his hand on your shoulder and you held in a wince at the pain of his touch. Usually you loved it but with your body aches, even breathing was excruciating.

Newt was humming something, a song you'd never heard. You liked it though, it was comforting. He played with your hair, smoothing it out and trying to braid it which instead only created a disaster. You were smiling at this and your eyes drooped shut.

After a couple minutes your eyes were all the way closed and your breathing became slower. The small smile from your lips slipped away and Newt stopped humming, watching as it happened. The light from the lantern reflected off of your skin and showed how peaceful you looked.

Newt smiled to himself and leaned in, pressing his lips to your warm forehead. He would kiss your lips like he was used to, but he didn't want to get sick himself.

Newt took the lantern and walked to the doorway, the light casting shadows as it moved. He pulled the door open with a slow creak.

"Newt?" you murmured. He turned back around quickly and looked to your half opened eyes, still heavy with drowsiness. "Will you stay with me?"

Newts expression softened and he walked back to you after closing the door again. He put the lantern on the table beside your bed and you scooted over to make room for him. He laid next to you and you smiled sleepily at him.

"Of course I'll stay with you," he whispered.

You were about to fall asleep again when you frowned. Something wasn't right. Your toes curled and you took Newts hand tightly in yours.

"Newt?" you asked again.

You could hear the smile in his voice. "Yes, love?"

"I'm cold now."

Newt only chuckled and grabbed both the blankets at the bottom of your bed, wrapping them around you neatly. You meant to thank him but sleep was quicker and it pulled you into it before another word left your mouth.

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