TMR Imagines & Preferences

This imagine was requested by @Chollies1919 . I hope you enjoy!

Caitlyn's POV

After what felt like an eternity in the Box, the ceiling split open and I saw a searing light. My hands flew to my face, covering my throbbing eyes.

A metal net opened above me and I felt the Box rattle as someone jumped in. I stayed where I was for a few moments, waiting for my eyes to adjust to the light. When they finally did, I slowly put my hand down to find a blond boy bent over me.

"Maybe she isn't dead after all." The boy chuckled.

"W-Who are you?" My voice sounded broken and my throat felt hoarse, despite having no recollection of speaking.

"The name's Newt, Greenie." He replied, stretching out his hand. "Come on, I'll help you out of here."

I look up to see about fifteen or so teenage boys surrounding the Box from above, curious looks on all their faces.

I decided to trust Newt for now, so I grasped his outstretched hand as we were hauled up by a rope.

Once we were out of the Box, someone handed Newt a machete and I squirm slightly, clutching his hand even tighter.

"Hey Newt, whe—"

I was cut off by a boy tackling Newt to the ground, causing me to fly sideways. I felt my calf start burning with pain, and I sit up to look at it, only to find my leg and the grass covered in blood. I fall back on the ground, and I start hearing faint grunting and shouting from around me.

I tried to take in as much of my surroundings as I could, but all I saw were four stone walls before my vision blurred and I closed my eyes, my head starting to hurt from the pain in my leg.

I felt myself being carried by someone, and I nearly shrieked when my injured leg started swinging around as the person ran. Unfortunately, I didn't have enough energy for that.

Eventually, I blacked out as soon as I felt myself being laid down on a bed.

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My eyes fluttered open, and I felt my head pounding slightly as I looked around. I found Newt asleep on one of the chairs beside me, and I felt my chest go warm. I was about to tap his knee when he suddenly woke up too, and although he looked worried, I saw relief flood his face almost immediately.

I give him a weak smile, and he gets off his seat and sits on the bed beside me to give me a hug. I sit up properly, and we stayed like that for a while. I noticed that my leg was wrapped thickly in bandages, but thankfully it was numb.

"You okay, Greenie?" He asks as we pull away from our hug.

"Yeah, I guess." My voice was surprisingly quite gentle, not raspy and broken like earlier.

"If you remember... what's your name?"

I think for a while, and my mouth seemed to know the answer. "Caitlyn."

"Okay then, Caitlyn. Are you feeling okay?" Newt asks, the worried expression now more prominent on his face.

"I'm feeling a but queasy, but aside from that, I'm feeling... okay. Do you know when this is going to heal?" I point to my leg, and he nods.

"Jeff put this medicine of sorts, he says it should heal in about a week or two."

"Thanks."

A few days later, with the help of Newt, I was able to sit down and walk by myself. And apparently, the boy that tackled Newt when I just got here, Gally, was put in the Pit for three days. They said he would be out tonight, and that I shouldn't worry either because I've had Newt by my side most of the time recently.

We were sat by the Deadheads, talking about a few embarassing things some Gladers have done.

"He really did that?" I giggled.

He nodded, chuckling. We looked at each other for a second, before he slowly leaned in. I lean in as well, and with our eyes closed, our lips connected. The kiss was short and sweet, and I loved every second of it.

"I love you, you know?" He said.

"I love you too."

We just held hands and talked about random things, exchanging a few kisses on the forehead or cheek from time to time.

Thank you for reading!!