Maze Runner story- Beware your fears (Newt × Reader)

When I wake up, I am lying in a quite comfortable bed. I open my eyes and look at a dark wooden ceiling. A blanket has been laid over me up to my stomach and I find myself in a small room with another bed. Next to me a small candle is burning, standing on the side table, spending only little light. Nevertheless I feel that thick bandages are wrapped around my arms. When I look out of the window, I see nothing but the sparkling stars and wondering where I am, I try to sit up. As soon as I move my right arm, my shoulder stings and I fall back onto my pillow. I press my teeth together because otherwise I would have screamed out loud and a single tear rolls down my cheek. It feels like hundreds of needles are poking into my upper body and I try to breathe calmly. Next to me a murmuring sounds and I turn my head to the side. In the shadow I notice the silhouette of a person and I get nervous. All I remember is waking up in a scary elevator. When the box stopped, I fell down and then there was this boy. His name was Newt, I think. I feel uncomfortable being in a room with this strange and obviously sleeping person. Again I try to get up and again I fall on my injured shoulder. "God damn it!" I curse and the person in the shadow wakes up. I see blond fuzzy hair and from the stature it is a boy. He looks at me but I can't make out his face. "Finally you are awake! We thought you were going to sleep one shucking week." says the boy with relief and I immediately recognize the British accent. Newt. He comes walking to me at the bed and I look into his dark eyes. His face looks so familiar to me, as if I know him my whole life, but I have no idea when I should've met him before. "W-where am I?" I ask, still worried. He smiles and hands me a glass of water, which I accept with thanks. "You're in the Glade, greenie. It's a shucking prison, but you'll get used to it." he replies with a smirk. I choke on my water and cough. Circumstantially I turn over on my side and feel Newt's warm hands holding me. "Take it easy...maybe I was a bit too hasty with the tour." he says and I can hear the remorse in his voice. After I calmed down, the Brit helps me to lie down again. "Thank you Newt." I say quietly and he looks at me surprised. "You know my name?" he asks and I nod. "Before I fainted, someone said your name. What happened to me?" I reply and my initial fear disappears. While Newt sits down on my bed, I scan him from top to bottom. He is quite thin and wears dirty clothes. His eye colour is untypical for the blond hair that fits him perfectly and he is bloody attractive. Bloody. The word sounds pretty weird but I think I used it a lot in the past. "We found you in the box like every other Glader but you must have knocked over a box of weapons. And you fell down, cut your arms and hurt your shoulder." Newt tells me. I sigh and close my eyes. "Why can't I remember anything? I don't even know my bloody name." I continue asking. He looks at me briefly with a strange look that I cannot interpret. Then his expression changes to a sad smile and I regret having asked the question because of his reaction. Obviously I have chosen a sensitive issue. "We all feel that way. The only thing you will remember after a few days is your name. Believe me, it makes more sense to get along with it than to worry about it." Newt answers and I decide not to ask any more questions for today. The tiredness overcomes me and I yawn. I can hear Newt chuckling and he gets up. "I better let you sleep. I'll see you tomorrow." he says goodbye and walks to the door. I feel uncomfortable being alone now and I can't get rid of the thought that something is connecting us. "Wait! Please, can you stay here?" I ask him and he smiles. "Of course Love." he says and moves his chair closer to my bed. Newt sits down and I feel better right away. "Good night Newt." I mumble softly, and close my eyes. He responds something but I don't hear it anymore as I drift off into the land of dreams.