{highest ranking, #2 in TMR}
Just a bunch of imagines and maze runner gifs. I suck at descriptions, just read it slinthead....please?
(Btw I take requests just let me know, okay? Thanks babes.)
(Oh, also, I'm currently working on making it gender-ne...
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"Is Y/N going to be alright?" Newt bit his lip, peering over the shoulder of a WICKED employee. You had been sliced in the leg by a griever escaping the maze.
"It's hard to tell. Y/N lost a lot of blood and needs a transfusion.
"Well can you give her some of mine?" Newt asked automatically. The worker paused.
"I'd have to find out your blood type and see if it matches." She said. Newt nodded and she pricked his finger, running the cotton swab through a machine.
"Well what do you know, it is a match." The scientist sighed, turning back to Newt.
"Well then what are you waiting for?" Newt said, sitting down and rolling up his shirt sleeve. He glanced up at the Worker impatiently. She sighed, putting the needle into his arm as he watched you, concerned.
He knew you would be fine, but he couldn't help being worried.
