N E W T
(trigger warning: suicidal actions)
You awoke to an empty bed, and sighed. Newt had been leaving earlier and earlier for running, and coming back later and later. Stretching, your feet padded across the room to the door. However your hand hovered over the handle as you spotted a paper on the table.

You couldn't remember the last time you read something, but you could understand the six words on it.

'Y/N, I'm sorry, I love you'

It could have only been Newt.

You went down into the Glade, paper tucked into your pocket and worry in your heart.

"Y/N, you alright?" Zart asked as you found yourself pacing by the Gardens.

"Yeah, I'm just waiting for Newt to come back." You waved off his questions, constantly glancing at the doors.

"Okay." He said, not fully believing you.

Shoots from the other corner of the Glade caught your attention, and you sprinted over, foreboding deep inside you. You saw a group of boys huddled around someone. They cleared a path and you saw Minho and another boy carrying Newt. His leg was badly hurt.

"Minho!" You called out, feet rooted to the spot as they neared you, probably heading for the medjacks. "What happened?"

"Y/N, I'm sorry, he-he jumped." Your friend's face had as much despair as yours.

Newt didn't meet your eyes, or speak a word. Trailing behind them to the infirmary, tears pricked at your eyes. "You better shucking live, dammit!" You yelled, hoping he heard you.

You were barred from his room as Clint and Jeff patched him up. Once they had finished, you went in and silently asked for them to leave.

"How could you? You selfish bastard!" You seethed, and this time angry tears burned your eyes. But you couldn't care less.

"Selfish?" He stuttered, obviously not expecting your rage.

"I love you, with all my heart and soul. And you thought that leaving me in all this heartbreak was a better solution to whatever you're feeling, than just talking to me? You didn't think for one second, of how awful I would feel if you had died? Or that I could help you?"

"I-I didn't. I'm so sorry Y/N." Newt croaked, tears streaming down his face as well.

You sat beside him on the bed, and gently took one of his hands in yours. "I'm here for you, you know that?"

"Yeah, I know." He smiled, kissing your hand.

T H O M A S

"Thomas, what the shuck are you doing?" You looked at your boyfriend as he seemed to be sneaking up on a beetle blade.

Apparently had you startled him, and he flinched, sending his arm straight into the beetle blade. "Shuck!" He yelped in pain, and you winced.

"I am so sorry babe." You were quick to apologize as he held his shirt over the cut to stop the blood.

Thankfully you were a medjack, so you had some bandages on you. "Oh Thomas I'm sorry." You said over and over again as you tended to his wound.

"Look, Y/N, it's fine." Thomas smiled, kissing your temple. "I knew it could've cut me."

"Then why were you creeping up on it?"

"I wanted to see who was watching us."

"I don't think they're inside the beetle blade, yknow."

"I know." He muttered in defeat, and you giggled at his pout.

M I N H O

You waited for your boyfriend to come in from the Maze, as you did everyday. Your job as a cook left you unoccupied in the hours before dinner, so you could stand by the doors to see Minho. A big grin covered your face as you saw him running in the distance. Actually, it was more like fast hobbling. And behind him was Thomas cracking jokes.

"Slim it shank!" He rolled his eyes, more annoyed than angry.

"What happened to you?" You raised an eyebrow as he put his arm around your shoulders.

"Keeper of the Runners got a leg cramp." Thomas laughed, and you chuckled, much to your boyfriend's contempt.

"Ya just had to tell her, shuckface."

"Awww, the big man has a little cramp." You teased, making smoochie noises as you peppered his cheek with kisses.

"You're annoying and I hate you." Minho grumbled.

"Nahhh, you looooooove me."

"Yeah." He replied, kissing you.