(Just a heads up, I'm taking parts from the books, and parts from the movies for this OneShot. Hope you enjoy it!😁)
(Also I know that the pic explains it to be more of a friends with all the Gladers instead of specifically one of them, but I'm gonna try to make it a Newt x reader while sticking to the description as best as I can.)

You wake up to Newt violently shaking you, shouting inaudible things. Your brain felt fuzzy, and you struggled to keep your eyes open.

"(Y/n), come on we have to go," Newt speaks up frantically. You still can't focus, and your gaze is moving around the room lazily. You feel a sharp pinch, something being pulled out of your arm, and you immediately start feeling better.

"Newt," you ask in a breathy voice.

"Yes it's me, love. We need to go right now," he tells you, helping you sit up on the cot. You stumble to your feet with him catching you around the waist, and all of you running over to a window. Thomas tried to break through it, so Newt leaves you leaning against a wall, and goes over to help Thomas. They break through the glass, and Thomas and Newt jump over the edge, catching Theresa as she climbs over. Just as all the boys hop over the window ledge, WICKED guards bust through the door.

In an instant, you realize you won't have time to make it with the other Gladers. "Go without me! I'll meet you guys at the doors," before running out a different back door. Just as you expected, the guards chase you. Oh god please let your running skills help you.

Newts POV

My heart dropped as I watched two WICKED guards chase (Y/n) out of the room. "Damnit," I shout just as Minho grabs my arm, pulling me away from the shattered window.

"Newt, we need to go now," he shouts at me. I finally start thinking straight, and I follow everyone else, hoping that (Y/n) will be at the doors. We run for who knows how long, Thomas and Minho taking out guards as we go, until we get to the large double doors leading into the warehouse.

Thomas swipes the keycard he stole through the little card slot frantically. Every time it flashes red with an Access Denied label.  Jansons voice comes from behind us, and we look to see him and five guards walking towards us.

Thomas drops the card, and walks towards the group of WICKED soldiers, holding his gun up. "Open the door Janson," I hear him shout. Minho keeps trying to open the door with the keycard.

"Trust me Thomas you don't want me to do that," he replies, a smirk plastered on his face.

"Oh ya and why is that," Thomas snaps at him.

Janson doesn't respond in words. He just reaches behind him, and jerks a terrified (Y/n) out in front of him. She looks at Thomas, fear evident in her eyes as Janson whispers something in her ear.

"I'm sorry," she says, tears streaming down her cheeks. "I'm sorry," she repeats with a sob.

"Shut up," Janson growls in her ear, wrapping and arm around her neck. Her arms hook up around his, trying to keep a gap between him and her airway.

I storm up next to Thomas, who had lowered the gun, and I snach it out of his hands. "Let her go," I growl at him darkly. He laughs darkly, sighing in amusement.

"Why should I do that," he wonders. Before I can respond, he grabs a small hand gun from his back pocket, and holds it to (Y/n)s head, making her struggle even more.

"Drop your weapons, walk back to your room, and the girl goes unharmed. Fail to do so..." Janson cocks the gun.

"No," I shout.

"Guys don't do it. Get out of here," (Y/n) exclaims, whimpering as Janson presses the barrel of the gun into her temple.

"No (Y/n) were not leaving you," I shout, still holding the gun at Janson.

"Aww how sweet. The boy actually cares about this worthless piece of shit. To bad she won't be around much longer if-" he readjusts the gun on (Y/n)s head.

"Ok, ok, fine," I shout frantically, dropping the gun.

"Ok. Now my guards will escort you back to your room. Make any moves to try and escape, and the girl dies," he snaps, laughing as (Y/n) jerks her body in his grip.

All of us start walking slowly towards the guards, keeping our arms bent up from our elbows. We stop walking five feet away from Janson and the guards, and they walk towards us.

"Guys what are you doing? Get out of here," she cries, tears running down her cheeks.

"Would you shut up already," Janson snaps in her ear. She jerks her shoulders again as the guards step behind us, blocking our way to the door.

"Come on let's move," one tells us, walking forward and pushing us. We follow his instructions, following behind Janson who is still holding onto (Y/n), leading us to our room. We walk down halls, making left and right turns, until we get to our room. The guards shove us in forcefully, and try to close the door, when I block them, speaking up.

"You should probably leave her with us," I growl at Janson who tries to walk away with a struggling (Y/n).

"Oh yes I completely forgot," he says in a sarcastic understanding tone. "Here you can have her," he says with a smile. Before I can react he slams the butt of the gun into the side of (Y/n)s head, knocking her out. He tosses her limp body through the door, and I catch her just before she hits the ground, laying her down gently. I hear Janson laugh before the door closes, locking us inside.

Some of the other Gladers run to her side, dropping down next to me, while others run to the door, pounding angrily on it. Frypan and Winston try to shake her awake while I lift her head into my lap. There's a lump forming on her head, and a dribble of blood coming from it, making me clench my fist in anger. Her mouth is hanging wide open as short gaspy breaths leave her unconscious body.

"Newt," I hear Thomas say from across the room. I look back as he tosses me a fresh white shirt. I catch in my fist, and hold it to (Y/n) bleeding head, the red immediately staining the cloth. The boys who were at the door give up their protests, and come over to her unconscious body with me, Winston, and Frypan. They all kneel down, shaking her arm desperately, or just staring down at her helplessly while I hold the shirt to her head.

When we know she's not gonna wake up anytime soon, Frypan speaks up in a sad tone.

"What do we do now," he asks with a frown. I continue to stare down at (Y/n), gently stroking her hair, watching as the shirt becomes redder and redder ever so slowly. After a minute of silence, Minho is the one to break it.

"Come on let's get her on a bed," he says, standing up. Before anyone can agree or protest, he scoops her up in his arms, being gently with her limp body, and setting her down on the bottom bed of the nearest bunk. He helps me sit her up so I can crawl in behind her, resting her head back on my lap while I lean up against the headboard. I place the shirt back on her head, waiting for the slow flow of bleeding to stop.

Tears well in my eyes as I look down at her unconscious body, seriously wanting to murder someone right now. The others must have known I was not in a good mood, because none of them dared to speak to me, let alone come near me and (Y/n).

I sit there for minutes, hours, days, time losing its meaning after every passing second that she doesn't wake up. Please wake up. Please wake up. Please wake up. I repeat it in my head over and over again, suddenly wishing I had that telepathic ability like Thomas and Teresa.

I must have nodded off to sleep, because the next thing I know, I hear a painful groan coming from the girl in my lap. I shoot up as I see her eyes flutter open, squinting in the light.

She seems to be dazed, unable to focus on anything, when suddenly her head starts jerking around as if scared of her surroundings.

"(Y/n) calm down," I exclaim, grabbing her face in my hands so she'll look up at me, seeing my face upside down from her position. She's still gasping for air as she looks up at me, and the other Gladers jump out of their bunks, rushing over to us. "(Y/n) it's ok. It's just us. Calm down," I continue to say, trying to calm her down by petting her hair, moving it away from her sweaty forehead.

Eventually her breathing slows to long deep breaths as she tries to look around again, seeing all fo the Gladers looking down at her with worried looks. A soft whimper escapes her lips as she tries to get her elbows underneath her, her head falling limply backwards. I help her up, getting my hands underneath her arms, and lean her back against my body, keeping an arm wrapped around her waist.

She groans as she leans into me, her joints being stiff from not moving for however long she was knocked out. She's breathing heavy as she leans her head against my shoulder, immediately jerking away, and lifting her hands to her head where the lump is, gripping it in pain.

All of the Gladers shout worried protests, helping her sit back up on the bed, using me as support.

"You guys aren't supposed to be here," she whispers, so softly that it wouldn't have been audible if we all weren't so quiet.

"(Y/n) what are you talking about," Thomas asks, reaching out and putting a hand on her shoulder, trying to get her to focus.

"You aren't supposed to be here," she repeats in a slightly louder voice. "You were supposed to escape. You were supposed to leave," she continues, getting louder and louder. "Why didn't you leave," she shouts, tears in her eyes. We all stare at her dumbfounded, surprised by her reaction to seeing all of us.

"We weren't just gonna let them kill you," Minho says, crouching down next to the bed in front of her, looking into her eyes.

"Guys you could have been free," she whispers, shaking her head and hiding her face in her hands. "I don't care what happens to me. I just want you guys to be safe," she cries.

"(Y/n) don't say that," I speak up, making her turn her head towards me and bring her hands away from her face. "We all care about you to much, ok? Were not getting out of here without you. That's not happening," I say in a strong voice. I'm not angry, but she seems to understand me as she softly nods her head after a minute of thought.

I sigh, reaching over to her, and wrapping her in a hug. She continues to cry into my chest, her body shaking like crazy.

Suddenly I feel the bed shift underneath me, then again, and again until I'm being squished into the headboard. I look up to see all of the boys are up on the bed, wrapping her in a large group hug. She continues to lean into me, but I can tell she finds comfort with having all of her friends there with her.

We all sat there for who knows how long, silence taking over the room, but not a suffocating one. I decide to break it momentarily once she had stopped crying, wanting her to know one thing.

"We're not leaving you," I whisper into her hair. "We're not leaving you."

Hey guys! So I'm sorry this OneShot is so bad! I thought it was gonna be cute, but then I just went a little cray-cray at the end, and ya. Please comment what you think, or if this chapter should burn along with its author. Please please please send requests if you have any! I need ideas!
Anyways peace out for now my fellow shanks. I love you all so much, and please stay safe and healthy!

Xoxo
Anna❤️😘