Newt when Thomas was staring at you.

You had been injured while out running in the maze, Newt, Minho and Thomas had come to see you, but you hadn't woken up yet.

The three boys were standing around your bed, looking at you. Newt was so worried about you, but you weren't the only thing that was worrying him at the moment. He looked around at his best friends, Minho was looking at the floor, Newt new that he felt guilty. Thomas had his eyes glued on you.

"Tommy, stop looking at my girlfriend like that." Newt said, almost glaring at Thomas, he jumped slightly at the tone of Newts voice.

"Sorry." Thomas mumbled, looking down at his hands. 

Newt sighed as he sat down at the edge of your bed, taking your hand in his, wishing that you would wake up soon.