Abused ≫ Newt [2]

Chapter 2.

It's been two days since Newt found her. Two long, dreadful days and she still lay in the pitiful state of unconsciousness.
The only sign that she was still alive was the faint rise and fall of her chest, and the occasional twitch of her limbs. Other than that, she lay completely still.
Newt refused to leave her side. He sat by her side all day, slept by her side. Minho brought him meals, claiming that he understood why he was doing this. He was so afraid that if he left her side, even for a moment, she would stop breathing. He almost lost her more than once, he wasn't going to let it happen again.
So he just sat there, staring at her limp body, holding on to the little hope he had left that she would wake.
It was odd. Clint gave her a dose of the Grief Serum- more than one, actually- but she did nothing. Everyone expected to be kept awake that night as Emily went through the Changing. But she did not move, not even the slightest twitch of her finger. Perhaps that was why everyone was beginning to give up on her, they believed she was already dead.
Stop moping around and make yourself useful. I'm okay. I'm alive.
Her voice again. He kept on hearing it, in the back of his mind. He knew it wasn't really her, it couldn't be. He knew that he was just imagining what she would say if she were here right now, conscious.
He heard the door creak open, and turned to see Minho entering the room. His friend flashed him a quick smile as he closed the door before heading over to her bed.
"Everyone's worried about you."
Newt barely heard him, unable to process anything. He head was spinning, his stomach aching with hunger. He barely ate the meals Minho brought to him, merely picked at the food before loosing his appetite.
He knew that if she were here, she'd be screaming at him to say something, anything. That she would probably be yelling at Minho, begging him to say some idiotic, sarcastic comment. The mood between the two Runners dropped drastically ever since her Banishment- they just couldn't find themselves to act like their old selves. Not without her by their side.
Everyone was feeling the pain of her absense, even Alby. Newt could tell that the leader was taking it hard, regret pricking off of him every time he visited the girl. Part of Newt wanted to forgive his old friend, to tell him that he was only doing what Nick would've done, but the other half of him just couldn't find himself to do so.
Even Gally was taking it hard. He and Emily were close friends- they got along now. The Changing sure did change him- he was no longer his happy self. He always seemed to have a permanent scowl plastered on his face now, his eyes dark and sunken in. He mostly kept to himself, only talking to anyone- beside his Builders- unless he absolutely had to. Newt knew part of it was because of Emily, her absense.
Newt realized that if she were here, she would be telling him so say something to Minho. The Runner sat beside him, his head down as he played with his fingers. It wasn't like him to be so quiet, and it hurt Newt to see him like this.
"They don't need to worry," he spoke. His voice was scratchy- sounding almost foreign to him- after not using it for two days. "I'm fine."
"Quit lying to yourself, Newt- to us," Minho said. He stood up, patting him on the shoulder as he did so. "We all understand what you're going through."
Without another word, he exited the room. Newt stared after him, fighting to process his words. The lack of food he had eaten left him light-headed, disoriented. He had trouble processing even the smallest things. Whether it was light or dark out, who was speaking to him. The only thing he could focus on was her.
He knew he was being stupid- clingy. He just couldn't help it. He was so scared of loosing her again, he just couldn't handle it if it happened. Yes, he probably sounded like an overly-obsessed boyfriend, but that was all he was.
He cared about her, so much. She mattered to him. Meant something to him. Through everything he had been put through, she was the light to his darkness. She brought out the best of him, before and after his memory loss. When he first saw her being lifted out of the Box, he knew everything was going to change. For him, and for the Glade. She changed everyone here- made them understand that there was more to life than working. She made their life in the middle of this hell hole fun. She mattered to everyone.
But she mostly mattered to him.
He rested his head on her knees, let out a long sigh. It wasn't the most comfortable position, but at that moment, he didn't exactly care. His eyes burned with exhaustion- it hurt to keep them open. He had to sleep, even if it was just for a moment. And so he did.