The Safe Haven (A Newt Fanfiction)

Chapter 3

When he awoke, he was bobbing and bouncing on the stretcher. He heard Alex and Dylan talking. 

        "-to do with him when we get there?" Dylan said. 

        "Hope there's a doctor or something and hope it hasn't been infected yet," she replied.

        "Fantastic," he muttered.

Newt moaned. Dylan must have heard him. "Look man, we're almost there. Don't die for a little bit longer," he said to Newt..

Newt groaned again.

Some time later, they arived at the Berg station. There was quite alot of people there, all of them trying to do the same thing Alex and Dylan were. Get out of the city alive. Alex left Newt with Dylan, claiming that people would be more willing to help a pretty girl than a grumpy boy who never smiles. Dylan rolled his eyes at her and plopped down beside Newt.

The horrible pain had dulled a little so Newt tried to sit up again. When Dylan saw what he was doing he hepled him. Newt was able to sit up with his back propped against the wall. Newt studied his surroundings while pretending not to notice Dylan staring at him.

While sitting there he realised how incredibly thirsty he was. But before he could attempt to ask Dylan for water, Alex came back.

        "They set up a make-shift hospital over there," she said pointing. Dylan nodded and turned to Newt. He didn't want to lay back down but he had no choice since he still couldn't walk. 

They carried him to the hospital, which was really more of a giant tent with sick and injured people  in it.. They managed to get an actual doctor to look at Newt's wound. 

After alot of poking around and inspecting his shoulder, he said that there was no infection but he needed to remove the bullet. Newt remembered when Jorge removed the bullet from Thomas's shoulder. He wasn't looking forward to the experience. Fear began to build inside his chest.

The doctor, who told them to call him Bernard, set Newt on a table with restraints. He said he didn't have to use them but he would ig he had to. 

Bernard cut away what waas left of his shirt. Alex and Dylan stood by while Bernard cleaned some sharp and sinister looking objects. His fear now rose to his throat and threatened to choke him. He tried to get up again.

        "No! You can't get up. I have to do this!" Newt ignored him. "You two! Hold him down. The bullet has to come out or it will kill him!"

        I'm a bloody Crank! Newt wanted to yell at them. I'm going to die anyway! But they did as they were told and and held him down while Bernard secured the straps. Two on each arm and two on each leg.

Now he really began to panic. 

        "Try to hold him as still as possible!" Bernard ordered them. He picked up one of the things on his tray. Newt squeezed his eyes shut and felt a scream building in his throat. He felt something dig into the wound and warm blood began to drip down his arm. Horrible pain exploded in his shoulder. He released the yell as he blacked out.

He woke up to a throbbing headache and a tugging feeling in his shoulder.

Stitches he though. The restraints were still on so he had no shoice but to wait.

He opened his eyes and saw a very focused Bernard. To his right he saw Alex and Dylan still there waiting.

When Bernard was done with the stitches, he removed the restraints and Newt imediately tried to sit up. Alex came over and helped him.

        "Water," he croaked when he was up. Bernard brought a bottle and Newt drank the whole thing. 

Dylan handed him a shirt.

Bernard left to attend other thinks. Newt sat on the opperation table and Alex and Dylan stood in front of him. They studied each other.

        "You should have left me there," Newt said harshly.

Alex looked surprised. "Not the first thing i would expect to hear. What's your name?"

Newt shook his head. "You don't bloody get it. I'm a Crank. I'm gonna get the urge to eat your faces soon. You should have left me to die.

Alex didn't seem convinced. "You don't look the Cranks we've seen in the city," she shuddered slightly.

        I'm not all gone yet," Newt said bitterly.

        "Look man, just tell us your name," Dylan said.

        "Newt."

        "Newt? Newt what? What's your full name?" Dylan said, slightly annoyed.

        "I don't know. I don't remember. Just Newt," he said.

Alex knitted her eyebrows. "We'd better talk somewhere more private," she said.

A/N

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