THE ERROR (Newt Fanfiction)

No Time: Chapter 6

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        Kayla's head leans back against the cold, stone walls of the Glade. Stale tears blot her cheeks and she blinks slowly, a lone one slowly rolling down the side of her face.

She is loosely curled in a ball, her hands hugging her knees to her chest. The gladers scuttle about around her, some giving worried glances, though most ignoring her.

The sun is high in the sky, she should be at work finding a job. Though no one dares disturb her. 

Suddenly, Newt walks over from the Homestead and sits down next to her, their arms centimeters apart, his head leaned against the wall as well. He turns to her, she keeps her gaze straight, the crutches lying on the grass beside her. 

"Hey.."

"Hi." Her voice cracks as she responds.

Newt looks to the kitchen, where Frypan is finishing up breakfast, putting away his food. He turns back to her.

"Want some breakfast..?" 

Kayla bows her head, her hair like curtains hanging over the sides of her face. "No.."

"You need to eat."

"I'm not hungry."

"You need-"

"FINE."

Newt sighs as she shouts the last part and gets up, walking over to the kitchen.

NEWT'S POV:

As he walks over away from Kayla, sadness eats away at his insides. He steps up to the wooden counter in front of Frypan and leans on it.

"Hey.... breakfast please... two."

Frypan looks up to him, a smirk on his face. "Shank, breakfast ended five minutes ago."

Newt rubs his tired eyes and mumbles into his hands. "Come on, Fry. Please. The Greenie needs to eat shes half starved."

Frypan looks over Newt's shoulder and sees Kayla, now lying on the ground, curled into another loose ball on her left side. "Alright, okay, for the lady. But I'm only givin' you shuck-faces cheese sandwiches. Newt nods. "Thanks, man." 

Frypan hands him two tin plates topped with one cheese sandwich each and he puts those on top of each other while Frypan hands him two small jars of water. Newt turns and carefully walks back to Kayla, struggling to not drop anything. He reaches her and sets down their breakfast in front of them. Newt takes his left hand and places it on her left rib, pulling her into a sitting position next to him. She blinks slowly and then sighs. 

The poor thing. Newt thinks.

KAYLA'S POV:

Newt's warm hand pulls her up next to him and she sighs, her stomach growling. 

"Here."

Newt pushes her cheese sandwich closer to her as he picks up his. He takes a bite out of it, chewing slowly, waiting for her to start eating. 

Her shaky hands pick up the sandwich and she sets it on her knees in front of her, exhaling slowly. She bites into it and swallows, suddenly turning famished. Kayla eats her meal extremely quickly, finishing both the sandwich and the water before Newt is halfway through. 

He laughs, elbowing her softly in the right arm. "Told you that you were hungry."

She doesn't find that funny, instead turns and stares at him. 

"What is this place."

Newt's smile fades and he looks back at her. "We aren't sure... but we know the Creators put us in here... they built this place, threw us in here, generated the Grievers, everything.."

"Are we ever getting out of this place?"

NEWT'S POV: 

I have to lie...I can't let her lose hope...

"Yeah. Eventually we will." He smiles and she leans onto his left shoulder, pushing the plate and jar away.

Butterflies flutter in his stomach and he wraps his arm around her, finishing his sandwich, looking at all the gladers, and wincing in pain from the constant stabs in his right shoulder. 

Kayla looks up at him. 

"What do I look like?"

Newt locks her gaze and then sits back, facing her. "Golden blonde hair, long, about down below your chest. It's wavy, and parted on the far right." 

He looks deeper into her features. "Blue eyes, thick, full eyelashes. You're very skinny, ribs poking through your tank top. Muscular, lots of upper body strength."

She laughs slightly, Newt thinks. 

Is that the first time I've seen her smile?

Eventually she curls up again next to him, falling asleep with the warm sun shining on her face.

Newt sighs and removes his arm from around her, folding them across his chest. 

There's no time for this...I need to get out of here.