The healer [Maze runner Newt x OC]

Grace settled down next to Newt, who was seated with Minho and Frypan by a small fire. She extended her hand toward him, her expression gentle but insistent. "Newt, I know that look. Your leg is killing you."

Newt glanced up at her, a flicker of resistance in his eyes, but her steady gaze softened his resolve. He gave a small, sheepish smile as he took the painkillers from her hand and swallowed them. "Thanks, love," he murmured, leaning in to press a quick kiss to her lips.

Thomas joined them shortly after, finding a spot on the ground nearby. Newt had draped his arm protectively around Grace's waist, her head resting comfortably on his shoulder. The group sat in silence for a moment, gazing down at the activity in the camp below.

"I wish Alby could've seen all this," Newt said quietly, his voice tinged with bittersweet longing.

"And Winston," Frypan added solemnly.

Grace let out a soft sigh, lifting her head slightly. "And Jeff," Her tone heavy with sadness.

Thomas's expression darkened as he lowered his gaze. "And Chuck," he said softly.

Newt adjusted his hold on Grace, pulling her closer against him. He turned to Thomas with a faint, wistful smile. "He'd be proud of you, you know. Chuck. He always believed in you."

Thomas nodded, swallowing hard. "Yeah," he replied, his voice barely audible.

Frypan shifted, glancing toward a group of people in the distance. "Look at Aris," he said with a chuckle. The boy was chatting animatedly with Harriet and Sonya, his smile wide and genuine.

"Hey, Aris!" Frypan called, waving.

Aris turned and waved back enthusiastically. "Hey, guys!"

"I kinda like that kid," Frypan admitted, his tone lighter now.

"Yeah," Minho replied, though his smirk betrayed his humor. "Still don't trust him, though."

Thomas frowned, looking around. "Where's Teresa?"

Newt pointed toward the cliff behind them, where Teresa's silhouette stood stark against the darkening sky. "Up there. She's been standing there for a while." Thomas thanked him as he stood up, walking towards the brown haired girl.

Grace chuckled softly, drawing the boys' attention. "He's so smitten," she teased, nodding toward Thomas. "He's worse than Newt and I were that first month."

Her comment earned a round of laughter from the group. 

Newt grinned and pressed another kiss to Grace's temple. "Well, we were pretty bad," he admitted, his tone warm and full of affection as he pecked her lips.

"Ugh, you two are nauseating," Minho teased, tossing a small twig into the fire. "I can't decide if I should feel jealous or just sick."

Grace looked up at him with a grin. "You're just mad because you can't find anyone who puts up with your attitude."

"Oh, please," Minho shot back. "If I wanted to, I could charm the pants off anyone in this camp. But you know, I'm too busy keeping all of you alive to even try."

Newt chuckled softly, his fingers absentmindedly tracing circles on Grace's arm. "Yeah, because running your mouth is what's really keeping us alive, eh? Can't imagine how we managed without all your charming remarks in the Maze."

Minho leaned forward, pointing at Newt. "Don't even start, limp noodle. You were practically useless—dragging that leg around, looking all sad and hopeless."

Newt rolled his eyes, though a small smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. "I wasn't bloody useless. I'll have you know I figured out the rope system for the Box before anyone else did. Not to mention keeping half of you in line when you wouldn't listen to Alby."