Another fight. Another trip to the med-hut. And now you find yourself bracing for yet another gentle scolding from the second in command: Newt.

“It’s alright, Jeff. I’ve got it,” Newt assures the medjack as he steps inside the hut, where Jeff is tending to the cut on your cheek. Once everyone leaves, Newt settles down beside you, gently tilting your chin up to get a better look at the cut and bruise. “I’m starting to think you enjoy getting hurt, you shank,” he shakes his head with a mix of concern and affection. He reaches for a clean wipe, carefully dabbing it against your wound with a tenderness that speaks volumes.

Maybe he should have a word with Alby and Minho—turn you into a Runner. You’re quick and agile, and it could be just what you need to rid those simmering anger issues you clearly struggle with. The only concern is that Newt would be on edge every time you ventured into the Maze, his protective instincts kicking in at the thought of you facing its dangers.