Portal Problem

Chapter 10 - Torn

Newton walked up to (name) and put his soft fabric hand on her shoulder and said,
" You did it ol' chum! Thank you for saving Bunkum, once again. Thank you for saving me."
(Name) felt good. She felt positive. Nothing could bring her down...atleast not any further down than she already is.
(Name) gave Newton the Pump. 2.0 and said
"Here, take this. You can boost your way out of here. I'll meet you up there."
He did so, and was waiting for her to climb up, wanting to help.

She climbed out to see that Newton was looking at his clothing. He needed new clothes.

" Newton, is everything alright? I can make you some more clothes."

"Sure, that would be nice. Let's head to Stichem Manor, my parents must be worried sick."

They went to his mansion.

~~~TimeSkip~~~

Newton opened the door to his house and yelled,

"Mumsy! Papa! I'm home!

Nana came rushing down the stairs, as ugly as ever.

"Newty! Are you hurt? You look awful! Why did you jump in?! Ho-"

She stopped talking when she noticed me.

"Did you do something to him? Why is he torn up?!"

"Um, come on (Name), lets go up to my room."

Newton took hold of (Name)'s arm and practical dragged her up the stairs. They sat on his purple bed, with a blue heading and some maroon colored pillows.

"Can I see your coat please? I think I can take out the burns and stitch it back up without anyone even knowing it was torn in the first place."

He took off his coat and handed it to her. She took it, examined it, and looked at him. His fabric was torn! She could see the fluff inside. She stared, and pointed.

"What? Whats wrong? What are you pointing at? It's just my arm."

He looked down to see what she was so fussed up about. He saw his fine stitching torn. He almost fainted (at least he was on a bed). (Name) wrapped one arm around his back to give him support.

"Newton, are you all right? How do you feel, does it hurt?"

"I really couldn't feel anything after that pit."

"Well, I'll quickly get some sewing supplies, stay here, don't move!"

(Name) quickly ran out the painted door and down the stairs to Nana Pud...the old bag.
" Um, Miss pud! Do you have any sewing supplies?! I need them, stat!!"

" Erm...oil' right, but hurry back with'em!"

She handed (name) her sewing tools she kept under the kitchen cabinet.
"Thank you! Thankyouthankyouthankyou!"

(Name) dashed strait up the metal stairs and down the hall, running into his room. She sat back down next to him and placed the supplies next to her.
She got a needle and a piece of white thread. She was ready to start the operation.

" Ok Newton, if you said you can't feel anything, then this shouldn't hurt. Are you ready?"

"Y-y-yes...yes I'm ready."

"Show me your arm, please."

Newton lifted up his arm and showed it to (name). He was trembling of the thought of a needle stuck in him; he was shaking an awful lot. (Name) grabbed his arm trying to make it still, he could feel the pressure of her fingers tightly holding him.
(Name) took the needle with the thread in the other hand, and began to stitch his arm. He didn't feel anything, that was good. Until about the middle of the operation.