The healer [Maze runner Newt x OC]

TW: Mention of suicide attempt

Two months had passed since Grace arrived in the Glade. She had quickly settled into the routine and was now a full-fledged Medjack, working alongside Clint and Jeff. Things had calmed down, and although Grace felt comfortable with her place in the Glade, there was still an underlying tension in the air. She had made some good friends, especially Newt, with whom she spent a lot of time.

One afternoon, Grace was alone in the Medjack hut. Clint had gone to lunch, and Jeff had the day off. She was putting away bandages and medical supplies when she heard the door open. Newt stepped inside, his eyes red and tired. Something was clearly off.

"Newt, everything alright?" she asked, concern creeping into her voice as she looked up from her work.

Newt quickly turned around, his eyes meeting hers for a brief moment before he seemed to lose his words. He sighed and rubbed his forehead, like he was trying to decide whether or not to say something. "I... uh, I don't feel so good. Do you have any painkillers?" His voice was soft, almost reluctant.

Grace's heart skipped a beat. She had never seen Newt like this before—his usual confident demeanor was gone, replaced with an almost vulnerable expression. "I do, but why do you need them?" she asked, keeping her tone gentle but inquisitive as she set down the supplies and stepped closer.

He hesitated, rubbing the back of his neck. "I just... don't feel well, alright? Please, just give me some."

Grace frowned, sensing there was more to it than just a simple headache. But she nodded, keeping her worry in check. "Okay. I'll get you something, but if there's anything else, even if you just need someone to talk to... let me know, alright?" she said, her voice softening as she walked over to get the painkillers.

Newt glanced up at her for a split second before quickly looking away, his expression unreadable. "Okay," he muttered, barely audible. She handed him the pills, but he didn't seem to make eye contact. He quickly took them and, without another word, turned and left the hut, his pace quickening as if he wanted to get away from her as soon as possible.

Later that day, Minho practically bounded into the Medjack hut, a big grin on his face. He practically jumped into the chair across from Grace, looking at her eagerly. "So, did he tell you?" he asked with a teasing edge.

Grace looked up from her food, her brow furrowing in confusion. "What?"

Minho leaned forward, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Did Newt tell you?"

Her confusion deepened, and she set her fork down. "What did he tell me? Minho, you're not making any sense."

Minho glanced at Alby, who was sitting a few tables away, before turning back to Grace. "So, he didn't  tell you?"

Grace leaned back in her chair, frustration building. "Minho, I have no idea what you're talking about. What's going on?" She glanced between him and Alby, looking for some hint of an answer.