Listen ~ The Maze Runner ~ Newt

11 ~ Note

Dani's P.O.V

It's been exactly 4 months today since Newt and I officially got together. After our first night together, we both agreed the next morning (after Minho had left) that we needed to cut the crap and just get together already. When we came out of the hut holding hands literally nobody batted an eyelid. Our friends all basically said 'Finally' when we reached our table and as for the other Gladers, half of them responded with, "Wait, you two weren't dating before?!" Which really made us feel stupid for not realising how hopelessly we had fallen for one another.

It's also pretty fitting now, that we are supposed to be getting a new Greenie today, yet after everything that happened with Eli, Newt and I haven't been so fussed about the newbies. Of course, I made Newt apologise for his behaviour towards Eli when there really was nothing going on between me and the new boy, and Eli was quick to forgive him.

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My hands pull the sleeves down on Newt's jumper so that they are tucked up inside of it, and I weave through the rows of people that were sat at the dining tables. I deliberately avoid picking up my plate of food, feeling way too sick to eat much, and make my way over to our usual table.

I sit down beside Newt and curl up into his side, his hand instinctively wrapping itself gently around my waist. "Anything?" He asks softly, watching as I clutch my stomach with nausea. I shake my head before resting it on his shoulder and close my eyes, Newt's hand slipping from my waist to rub my back softly.

"Don't you dare get us sick, Dani." Minho says from across the table, covering his hands over his mouth and nose.

"Slim it, Minho. I'm not going to get you ill." I reply, closing my eyes yet again. There was a flu outbreak spreading across The Glade, and seeming as I was a Med-Jack I was bound to catch it. It's weird though, because I'm not sure that I have the flu. Everyone else has been throwing up etc. I haven't thrown up yet. Hence why Newt hasn't banished me to my hut yet.

"Whatever you say bitch. And just so you know, when you do start to throw up, we are all going to drag you to your hut even if you are kicking and screaming." He quips, making me glare at him. "Alright, Minho. We get it." Gally says, nudging Minho in the side. I smile at the eldest boy and look down to Newt's plate, not sure if I want to chance food or not.

As if he could hear my thoughts, Newt breaks one of his pieces of toast in half and offers it to me. I take it between my hands and just take small bites, still not sure I want to chance it but then the blood-suger takes over and I'm suddenly hungry. I devour the piece of toast happily, and when Newt offers the other half to me I decline, knowing I really would be pushing it.

Soon the loud alarms echo throughout The Glade, and people start jumping out of their seats and rushing over to the Box, excited to see the new Greenie. Newt sighs and grabs my hand in his, linking our fingers as we stroll over to the box and make our way to the front.

Gally is already at the front and is waiting for the light to turn green, Minho and Alby either side of him and the others forming a circle around them. Newt and I reach the others in the centre just as the light turns green, and Gally is quick to open the doors. But when he opened them, we were more confused than excited.

Nobody was in there.

"Huh? That's weird." Gally says, straightening himself out and scratching his head. I push past him to look inside the box, something catching my eye in the corner. "Wait, I think I see something." I whisper, jumping down into the box. I reach out to grab what looks like a piece of paper, and as my fingers graze the paper I realise it was still warm.