Chapter 15: WCKD Is Good

Next thing I knew, I was aching all over. My head was especially in pain.

I deeply breathed in and out, finding myself confused and disoriented.

As I opened my eyes, I found myself in a hospital bed.

What had happened again?

Oh yeah, Minho was a crazy son of a shuck and was speed driving so we crashed. In his defense, it was raining a lot and I understood he was angry and all after what happened with Newt and Dave, but...

Wait, Minho!

I searched the room with my glare, but I was alone.

I looked down to myself, and I was relieved to see I didn't seem too bad.

I had a few bruises over my arms and my whole body felt sore, as if I had done an extreme training and my strained muscles desperatedly told me I needed to rest.

Probably my whole body tensed up with the impact.

I tried to remember what exactly happened after we crashed. But I guess I passed out, because it was all blank.

The only thing I remembered was Minho placing an arm before me to protect me so I wouldn't be thrown forward by the force of the impact. Aw, Minho...

It still didn't quite work because the right side of my head, near my temple, hurt something awful. When I touched it, it felt warm and a little swollen. I had probably hit my head against the window.

All I knew was that my temple was throbbing and it was an unpleasant feeling.

Waiting for my numb body to awake, I looked at my sides. In the table at my right, I saw a little vase filled with daisies. It had to be Newt the one who brought them, and that made me smile.

He remembered.

I guess his anger vanished when he heard about the crash.

My headache got five times worse when someone started yelling outside my room.

"Newt?" I recognized that husky voice and its British accent, even if it didn't have a trace of its usual calmness because he was screaming at the top of his lungs.

My mind felt fuzzy as our current state made it all more complicated. The headache didn't help establish an order to my thoughts anyway.

I wondered how Newt would react when he saw me. How he would have reacted when he found out about the accident.

Wincing and moving very very slowly and gingerly, I got out of the bed to see what was happening. I tried to ignore the intense headache.

"I can't bloody believe it! It was your bugging fault, slinthead! You both could have been bugging killed, you bloody klunk-head!" He was fuming mad, so much that I could barely understand his accent because it got the thickest I've heard it.

A blurry memory of why Minho came pick me up in his car came to my head. And I recalled Newt yelling at me because of Dave. I never thought I'd see him angrier than that but there he was, shouting at someone.

"I said I'm sorry, okay?!" And that was Minho's voice.

I repeatedly blinked when everything got blurry for a moment as I stood on my feet. I leaned on the wall next to me and took a few seconds to recover.

The dizziness was really strong, but I pushed myself because I wanted to see if Minho was okay.

He couldn't be too bad if he was outside talking to Newt and bearing his accusations, though.

It wouldn't be the first time Newt got mad at Minho because of me. It usually was more like a playful annoyance rather than actual anger. But since Minho kept 'flirting' with me, Newt was often bothered by him. And also because of Minho's constant bad temper and sarcasm, obviously.

But why was he acting like that? I thought he hated me!

Gathering all my courage to face the situation at hand, I finally made it to the door and opened it.

It was only the two of them in the corridor, along with a few glares from people in the nearby rooms. Someone shushed them and reminded them that they were in a hospital, but they didn't listen.

"If you didn't drive like a bloody maniac, this wouldn't have happened, bloody hell. You-!"

"Minho, are you okay?" I pipped up, staring at him.

I still didn't dare look at Newt or even acknowledge his presence.

Immediately, I went to hug Minho, trying not to squeeze him too much as he was probably sore from the impact. I leaned my head on his shoulder as I felt how he carefully squeezed me fondly.

When I pulled away, I stared at him worriedly.

My friend didn't look so hot. He had bags under his eyes, his usually perfect quiff was now a mess of dark hair that fell onto his dark eyes and he looked exhausted and hurt.

Newt's eyes darted towards me. He turned around so fast that I thought his neck got whiplash from the sudden movement.

He looked really tired as well. His blond hair was disheveled and pointing out in odd angles. His brown eyes were wide open and had a restless look to them, no trace of the calmness and life I usually found on them. He looked really pale, tired and shaky, nothing like his usual serene and collected aura.

"I'm okay... I'm tougher than nails" Minho answered me, his voice barely audible. I had never heard him talking so lowly, it felt out of place. "You?"

I nodded at him to let him know that apart from my headache, my dizziness, my slight disorientation and my soreness, I was fine.

My glance shifted from him to Newt, wondering what my boyfriend –ex boyfriend –would do next.

He was staring at me unable to move, a distorted expression on his face. He looked worried, mad, scared and horrified all at once.

I thought he would just stomp away in anger, not really wanting to see me ever again. That he would want to erase me from his life completely and pretend we never met.

But then again.... Why was he telling Minho off for being a reckless driver if he didn't care about me?

"Newt?" I finally tried, waiting for his reaction.

My voice got him out of his daze and he lunged towards me. I flinched because I thought he was going to yell at me at first. Then I thought he'd hug me because his arms flew in the air around me, but he didn't do any of that. I stared at him, taken aback by the state he was in.

"Thank God you're okay" I heard him whispering to himself, his voice sounded really affected.

Newt urgently placed his hands over my shoulders firmly and worriedly. He shook me with too much strength, making me wobble.

Minho took a step towards us in concern, placing a hand in my back to steady me. I had never seen him so worried and quiet.

"What in the bloody hell are you doing?!" Newt screamt, tightening the grip on me and making me wince in pain. "You need to rest!"

"Newt, man..." Minho had noticed how out of it Newt was. He was freaking out and needed to calm down.

"No! She needs to rest and that's what she's going to do!"

His hands were noticeably shaking as he positioned an arm around my waist and the other one under my knees and swiftly picked me up.

I held on to his neck, still startled by his behavior.

At least that meant that he still cared about me, in any way or the other.

"Newt, I'm okay" I told him in an attempt to calm him down. I had never seen him so agitated, even when he found out one of his best friends, Tommy, had hurt himself badly while training for the exams. He cared so incredibly much for all of us.

It was one of the reasons I had fallen deeply in love with him. His caring nature.

"No you're bloody not" Was all he said, very sternly, as he carried me to my room.

Minho followed restlessly.

"Dude, look..." He tried again. "You need to slim it"

"Slim it?!" Newt yelled as he carefully placed me back on the bed of my hospital room, turning to face the Asian. "I need to slim it?!"

"Oh boy..." I whispered, foreseeing the blond's outburst.

"When you called me saying you and my bloody girlfriend had been in a bloody car accident I almost went bloody jacked!" Newt yelled, his face red in agitation. "Don't tell me to bloody slim it, Minho!"

So I was still his girlfriend? Maybe it was that I had a concussion, but it was all still so confusing.

Newt's eyes were glued to Minho, an angry glance on them.

I wanted to get his attention off him before his wrath got out of control.

"Hey, Salamander Boy..." I only used that nickname for when I needed to cheer him up or make him feel at ease, so I thought it was the perfect moment to call him that. "It's alright"

Talking to Newt again and calling him like that after our fight felt unnatural. Everything felt awkward and distorted, out of place. Maybe because I was a bit delirious.

I took Newt's hands in mine and attracted him towards me as his chest went up and down along with his heavy and fast paced breathing. His brown eyes finally focused on me.

I placed my hands on his chest in an attempt to calm him down. His heart was beating so fast under his chest that I thought he was going to have some short of breakdown right there and then.

"Newt, relax" I pleaded worriedly, fearing he would have to end up in another hospital bed.

"I almost had a bloody heart attack, Y/N!" But finally, he breathed out and closed his eyes as to calm himself. His voice broke as he frowned restlessly.

He turned around to look at Minho. The Asian looked guilty and definitely regretful. He had been there in silence the whole time, frowning at the floor.

For a moment I feared that his anger would show up again and he would punch Minho or something. But luckily Newt took it easy.

"I'm sorry, man" Newt told him, sighing. "I was just..."

"I know, and I'm sorry too" Minho cut him, being as serious as I had seen him.

Then they hugged, and that made me smile a little.

When they pulled away, clapping on each other's shoulders, they nodded as in a silent way to say everything was okay. But I knew the both of them.

Newt would still hold grudges against Minho for a while. Even if he had forgiven him, I knew the blond had been too scared to forget about it so quickly.

And Minho would blame himself for what happened. Even if the two of us were okay. Even if nothing too serious had happened. Even if it had rained a lot. And even if he had been too blinded by his rage while he was driving. But at least that would teach him to drive slower and safer.

"Just so you know..." I mumbled as their eyes landed on me again. "Minho protected me. He placed an arm over me as we crashed"

Newt's expression softened as he looked back at him.

They didn't say anything else, but Newt threw a glare to Minho that I guess only he understood, because he nodded.

"Can I speak to Y/N alone, Minho?" Newt asked him as he walked towards my bed.

Minho just nodded and slowly walked away, leaving us by ourselves. He quickly glanced a last time at us and closed the door behind him.

Newt passed both his hands over his hair, which explained why it was so messy.

Then he rubbed his face with them and took a deep breath.

"Listen, Newt, about what happened with-" I needed to say it, to figure out what was going to happen to our relationship after that.

"Never happened" Newt cut me quickly. "Minho told me everything. I trust you, and I know he was right and that you wouldn't kiss him"

"How are you so sure?"

"He's a bloody twat, remember?"

I softly smiled and he did too.

"I'm sorry, Y/N" The blond frowned as he got absent for a second, his dark eyes had turned slightly watery. A sight that I hated with a passion. "I was just so mad, I didn't mean any of that. It won't happen again. I'm really sorry"

"I know" I reached out to squeeze his hand and he let out a shaky sigh.

Looking more like the Newt I knew, he sat in the edge of my bed and sweetly hugged me, being extremely careful not to hurt me. He shoved his face in my shoulder as he took in my touch and my presence.

"Don't you bloody scare me like that again, love" He shakily sighed in my shoulder, nuzzling his face further into my skin. "Ever, you hear me?"

"Good that" I smiled, squeezing him tight as the affection I felt towards him increased in double.

A wave of reassurance went through me as I realized that everything was okay. What had happened yesterday –was it yesterday? I didn't really know how long I had been out for –felt like a nightmare that never really happened.

He squeezed me too against him, but the difference was that my whole body was bruised all over and his wasn't.

"Ouch" I painfully breathed in between gritted teeth.

Newt quickly pulled away and gasped, his hand flying to his mouth.

"I'm sorry!"

I sweetly smiled at him to let him know that it was okay. The pain was worth it.

As I stared at him and remembered the good things that happened that day instead of the bad ones, I smiled wider at him. I rested a hand on his cheek and he smiled a little too and held my hand against his face with his own.

"I'm sorry for worrying you, Newt" I honestly told him.

"You better be" He chuckled, but his eyes still looked watery.

Poor thing, he must have been so scared. I imagined myself in Newt's shoes, hearing that he and one of my best friends had been in a car crash. I probably would have freaked out just like he did. Maybe even more.

I gave him a slow and sweet kiss on the lips and threw my arms around his neck to hug him again.

He wrapped his arms around my frame carefully and gingerly brought me closer to him as he leaned his head against mine.

"I'm gonna bloody kill Minho" He joked, and I laughed a little even if my ribs ached.

"Are you okay now?"

"You're asking me if I'm okay, love?" Newt saw my stare and sassily rolled his eyes. "Yeah, I'm okay"

His voice cracked when he said it, and I knew what it meant.

"No you're bloody not" I mocked him, and he softly pushed me away with a grin.

"I'll be, I just need to know you guys are okay" Newt's voice died down until it became a whisper. It looked like the anger had made room for the exhaustion and it was hitting him after he had calmed down.

A heavy silence settled in the room. I was staring at him, but he was staring at the feet of my bed, dazed by his own thoughts.

I could read his mind as his eyebrows knitted together and his eyes got out of focus in shock. He was wondering what he would have done if something had happened to us.

I opened my mouth to say something reassuring, but just as I was about to talk, he looked up at me.

For a moment his eyes felt empty, but then he focused his glare on me and gulped.

"Love, I need to tell you something" Newt gently took my hand and I intertwined my fingers with his.

"Yeah?"

"You scared the shuck out of me today. After all that happened, I thought it would be the last... I just..." He didn't finish any of those sentences, so he changed the course of his words. "I need to tell you this before I go crazy..."

I frowned while I still looked at him, concerned.

He bit his lower lip and absently squeezed my hand.

"Y/N..."

Then, of a sudden, the door slammed open.

A very agitated Thomas ran in and held me by the face urgently, not even noticing Newt.

"Are you okay?! Where's Minho?! Is he okay?! What happened?! How-?!"

"Tommy!!" Newt snapped, sighing to calm down again so the next thing he said sounded a lot softer. "Do you mind?"

When Thomas finally realized I was perfectly okay and that Newt and I were trying to share an intimate moment, he took a step back.

"Oh" He said, nodding to himself. "Sure"

"I'll see you later, Stephen" I grinned at him and he smiled just a tiny bit.

"Good" He awkwardly cleared his throat as he took little steps backwards. "Teresa and Brenda and everyone were worried, but I told them you were okay. I called your parents too, and Chuck was sick worried just like them. Anyway, they're on their way"

Once he said that, he walked out of the room and left us carry on where we had left it.

Newt's head was turned towards the door, but when he saw we were only the two of us again, he focused his attention back on me.

It took him a while to talk, though. Apparently, he was still pretty shaken up.

"I just... couldn't let any bloody second more without you knowing how I feel" His brown eyes were glued to my face, like hypnotized by me and as if he was trying to memorize every single detail of my features. "I love you, Y/N. I love you so bloody much"

My heart skipped a beat, but the biggest smile formed on my lips. I was smiling so wide that my cheeks hurt.

I should have known I shouldn't have been scared to tell him I loved him. That I was in love with him.

The door opened yet again, very slowly and only wide enough for me to see it.

I saw a curly brown mop of hair sticking out and I knew it was Chuck. They sure arrived fast.

My little brother opened the door more until my parents appeared behind it.

"Y/N!!" My mom yelled in her own motherly way.

The three of them went to hug me and when they did mom subtly pushed them away to calm them.

I just chuckled at them and glanced at Newt.

Mom then softly pushed dad and Chuck away. She probably noticed how I stared at Newt. The only way in which I could make it more obvious was if I had hearts for eyes.

Newt wouldn't take his eyes off me either. Even though he was blushing because it wasn't the first time he saw my parents, which were peeking from the door curiously.

I didn't care that my parents and my little brother were there staring at us and still listening. I didn't care about anything anymore. Not my fear or insecurities, not the embarrassment not anything.

Once he was cooled down enough to think back at that moment where he said we were done and realized how irrational he had behaved, he saw that we gave it too much importance.

I looked back at that terrible moment and I knew why he was mad. I wasn't the only one with insecurities after all.

If he thought he wasn't good enough compared to his classmates, he thought he wasn't good enough, period.

It was true that he kept telling me how lucky he felt to be with me even if I said the same. His insecurity was so deep that he genuinely believed he wasn't good enough. I realized it that very moment. I had an enlightenment.

And the harm that Dave's words made on me wasn't so strong anymore. Because I had realized that after all Newt and I were together because we accepted each other's insecurities –and that Dave was indeed a bloody twat-, and that was what made us fix each other.

Maybe Newt was really perfect from my point of view. But that didn't mean that I wasn't good enough for him. Because maybe I was just as perfect on his eyes. And that didn't mean we were, but just that we saw each other like that. Because that's what you do when you're in love. Because it means to be in love also with the imperfections.

And that was all that mattered.

All of that came from three simple words coming from his mouth.

Sometimes you need a little boost to realize what is important and why you should pick yourself up and leave behind all those childish and stupid thoughts and complexes.

And that was what helped me make up my mind.

I felt what I was about to say with so much strength that I needed to let that weight off my chest. And I needed him to know it.

"I love you too, Chocolate Boy" I held his chin and squeezed it fondly as I gently pecked his lips. His lips curled up in a tiny smile over my mouth.

"It's hard to believe that we introduced them to each other" Mom let out a dreamy sigh.

I pulled away from Newt, wishing they would just leave.

"That's because you didn't" Chuck let out a heartfelt chuckle. "They knew each other before"

"Oh my God, Chuck..." I slapped my hand against my forehead in defeat.

Newt just lowly laughed, amused by the whole situation.

"What?! I knew we shouldn't have left them alone" My dad stared at us as I stared at Chuck.

My brother looked down in shame while Newt pursed his lips together to avoid laughing out loud.

"It doesn't matter, they make such a cute couple" I swear that I was sure mom would walk towards us and pinch our cheeks as she kept saying our adorable we were.

"But-"

"They're in love" Mom interrupted dad as she admired us like we were the sun.

Surprisingly, it was Chuck who dragged them away and closed the door. I didn't know if it was to make it up for me for letting it slip that I had managed to find Newt all on my own, but he did. Anyhow, I also took it as a silent way of saying he finally gave Newt his total blessing.

Then, Newt and I shared a really passionate kiss. That spark hitting us and taking over our bodies more than it had ever.

*

After that, everything went slowly back to normal.

For the first days after they sent me back home, I was still aching everywhere and since I apparently was recovering from a concussion it all felt a bit weird.

Newt passed by every day, ignoring my complaints on the subject and helping me and staying with me for a while in my room, chatting and cuddling as he made sure that I was doing okay.

He wouldn't let me lift a finger –which was really annoying, because it seemed like my parents and him had allied against me because all I could do basically was lie down on my bed listening to music –as he would do everything for me. Tidy up the room? He had it. Get something from downstairs? He had it. Was I cold? He immediately hugged me to warm me up. Sometimes Newt ever read out loud for me because he didn't want me straining myself.

He was exaggerating, but it was cute nonetheless.

We spent the days in my room and it almost became our room. And we would be together even if we weren't actually doing stuff together. Maybe he was fiddling around with my laptop while I read. Or maybe he was texting Tommy while I listened to Coldplay. But we didn't need to be talking or cuddling every minute of the day, it was enough having each other's presence around.

I would ask him about Minho every day to check how things evolved between them. With each growing day, Newt seemed less resentful towards him.

Still, I knew deep down he would still feel a pang of rancor. Even if Newt behaved as friendly and playful as usual to Minho. It would take a while to completely forgive him.

After all –not that I was defending Newt, but it was a fact –he had been responsible to put me and himself in danger. But I wasn't even annoyed in the slightest at him.

Mom was the nicest to Newt, smiling widely every time they crossed.

Dad, on the other hand, kept an eye on him. At least he wasn't rude to poor Newt, but he didn't completely trust him either.

Every day we would lie down in my bed, cuddling and being as close to each other as we could. And most times he would put me to sleep by tenderly caressing my hair and whispering sweet nothings to my ear as he held my hand.

Sometimes I fell asleep and smiled when I noticed that the caresses Newt gave me were true not only in my dreams. Sometimes he fell asleep and smiled when he looked around and saw me there with him when he woke up.

And those moments felt so perfect. They reminded me of that perfect moment with him in the Glade, every single detail of them was perfect.

Comfortably lying in my bed. Our legs tangled. My head on his chest. His warm hand holding my little hand. His chin on my head. His husky voice talking to me in a whisper. Feeling the warmth of his body. The sweetness of his caress. The kindness of Newt. And the ghost of his smile when his lips briefly leaned in my head to leave a heartfelt kiss on it.

And the spark and the butterflies that I felt mixing together in the best way possible, making me want him even more and squeeze him tight as the biggest smile slowly arrived to my mouth in spite of myself.

That day, as Newt told me the story of how he met Alby, I felt lucky.

I had never known if I should believe in destiny. The important things in your life happen sometimes because of coincidences. The question is... are those coincidences happening because of fate?

It made me think about how Newt and I met.

I almost didn't make it to the office 250 because I couldn't find it. And I was in a hurry, so if I didn't find it soon I would have just forgotten about it.

But I met Minho and then Gally and they slowly lured me to the office. And to Newt.

What were the chances that, during the only time that I had to visit Professor Paige, Newt was there too?

And we even got along as soon as we met each other, a bar of white chocolate helping us in that task too. That's when Newt earned the title of Chocolate Boy.

But the true proof that it might have been destiny was that I managed to find him after that.

I only knew his name and that he was British. And he wasn't even in my pavilion. How was I to find someone, a single person, lost within the multitude of the campus?

Alby.

If I hadn't met Minho –who, by the way, was becoming my best friend's friend as well, another proof right there -, who knew Gally, who knew Alby, who knew Newt, it would have been different.

I wouldn't have bumped into Newt in the library while I was looking for him as Alby had told me he was there. I wouldn't have given him my number and he wouldn't have called me to have our first date.

And we wouldn't be where we were now.

I just smiled at the thought.

"What are you thinking about?" Newt asked me as he intertwined his long fingers with mine.

"The day we met" I looked up to him amorously and he stared back.

"Oh, that day" Again, Newt showed me that smile that expanded to his awake brown eyes.

I proceeded to explain to him everything that was going through my mind.

How, if fate existed, it was a complicated and intricate jumble of important moments hidden as coincidences.

And now I was sure that fate existed.

I thought about the actual moment of the first time I saw him. I wouldn't ever forget that moment.

He was sitting outside, wearing an orange tank top and struggling to open a wrapper that contained white chocolate. My chocolate boy.

It made me laugh that the wrapper was winning the battle. The first time of many he made me laugh.

And we talked while we waited for Professor Ava Paige to receive us. We liked each other from that moment on.

That was the first time we connected, the first time his magnetizing touch sent an electrical spark all over my body. And that hadn't changed as he would still make me feel that spark.

Looking back, I smiled even wider.

After all we had gone through. The good moments and especially the bad, we were totally happy.

After all, I was right when I found myself lost in my pavilion and I thought that so far I was liking my university. Because that's where I met Newt.

WCKD is good.

I really really really loved writing this story. I put my heart on it, and I feel really proud of how it turned out and I'm fond of it even if it may seem silly. I also love Coldplay (especially Fix You, obviously) and I adore the emotional implication of the music and the song for the story.

It was so much fun to write it, putting references and headcanons, aus and general silliness from the characters! Also, I honestly appreciate so much all the love and support you guys showed towards it (on Tumblr, since I just posted it here on Wattpad). I feel so sad that it's now over, I will certainly miss writing it and uploading it. But thank you so much to everyone who read all the way through it, I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I did writing it.

Thank you all! <3