Newt Imagines

Sick

A/n  I couldn't find a good enough picture to go with the story so I chose one at random, you're welcome 

 You wake up with a start. Looking around you saw nothing, but darkness. You quickly jump up which only made you fall back down with a thump from the sudden movement. Your head spinned, your thoughts were blank, and you felt like you were going to throw up or pass out. For a while you were so confused there was only one question swimming through your mind.

Why can't I remember anything?

After racking your empty brain for anything else and comming up with nothing, the questioned flooded the bare space like a tsunami. Who am I? Where am I? Why can't I see anything? Am I blind? Where am I going? Who put me in here? When's the last time I ate?

The last questoin was indicating your rumbling stomach. You were completely and utterly confused. Huddling in the corner you let out a small whimper. Thinking it over you immediatly scolded yourself. Whoever did this to you is obviously wanting a reaction and you were not about to give them that victory. No matter how small. But inside you were terrified.

After a while sitting in the same position, rocking back and forth, there was a horrible metal on metal grinding noise and the roof above you opened into two parts. Brilliant white light filled the small metal box like room you were in, making you shield your eyes with your hand. 

It's been over a couple months since you've first came to the Glade. You've made a few friends since then, being the only girl not many wanted to just be your friend. However, some saw past the gender barrier and you were proud to call them your best friends.

You sat at a lunch table, eating a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, waiting for one of your friends to join you. You pick apart your sandwich, enjoying the classic combo.

Someone sits across the table from you and you look up into the chocolate brown eyes of Newt. Butterflies swarm in your belly and your heart skips a beat. You had a massive crush on him and it was totally obvious, but he only saw you as a friend. 

"Hey, Y/n, how's it going?" His British accent makes you giggle inside, but you try to play it cool.

"Pretty good," you take another bite of your sandwich, "How bout you? How's the Second in Command?"

This makes him chuckle and you fall harder, "I'm good, thanks love."

It's like he's taunting you. You bet he knows he has you wrapped around his finger, and you didn't even care. You continued talking with him and gradually your throat started tingling. It was amazing the affect this boy had on you.

The tingling sensation moved from deep within your throat to the inside of your mouth. It started to get annoying. You moved your tongue around the roof of your mouth trying to relieve some of the irritation.

"Y/n? Are you okay? You seem distracted."

"Y-yeah, I'm fine." You reply with a smile. The vibration of your voice felt weird and your mouth tasted different, almost clammy. 

"Okay..So what have you been up to lately?"

You sighed, "There hasn't been much to do as of lately," You sniffed, "I mean, I guess that's a good thing, but it get's kinda boring after a while." You sniff again. Where had this runny nose come from?

You push it aside, maybe you were getting a cold, that would also explain the throat displeasure. The lunch hour ended and you and Newt got up to return to work.

"Hey," Newt begins, "If you don't have much to do at the Med-Jacks, you could help me out for the rest of the day. Ya know, if you wanna."

A smiled plays across your lips, and you feel oddly lighter. "Sure, I'd love that! Clint and Jeff can handle things for the day."