Maze runner death Cure- Nurse Life · Y/n story by @thesoupiscold

The concrete slab beneath you is cold, even through the thin mattress. Somewhere above, the distant hum of machinery never quite stops—WCKD's ghost, still breathing through these walls.

Newt

taps his fingers against the metal table, scanning the room Still out cold, is he?

Newt's voice cuts through the quiet. He's got that restless energy about him—like he's not used to sitting still for too long. His eyes drift toward the cot in the corner, where Gally lies motionless beneath a thin blanket, his bandaged chest rising and falling in a slow rhythm.

Minho

snorts from where he's leaning against the doorframe What'd you expect? Shank took a bullet for us. Even Gally needs a minute to recharge.

Newt

glances at you, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth Reckon he's in good hands, though. Best nurse we got.

Minho's gaze follows Newt's—settling on you, on the medical kit still open beside Gally's cot, the roll of gauze you'd used to wrap his shoulder just hours ago.

Minho

quieter, the sarcasm fading He'll pull through. He's too stubborn not to.

A low groan from the cot. Gally's brow furrows, his fingers twitching against the blanket.