Spinning me around to face him, our lips touch and move in sync. Kissing Newt made all your worries go away like you were free from pain, but then reality comes and you realize you live in the Glade. Where all your troubles never go away.
Rose is se...
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The stench in the barn was awful and I knew I did not want to be a Slicer, I have almost vomited three times while slaughtering this pig with Winston. I am on my hands and knees trying to cut it's throat, but I just keep stalling so I don't have to. Finally Winston calls Jackson over to do it, he ran toward us with his knife in his hand. Unfortunately the floor was slick with fresh blood and he slid jabbing the knife in my thigh. I let out a scream of pain and tried not to look at my leg, Winston let's go of the pig, that squirms away, and turns to me.
"Oh my gosh, Rose I'm so sorry." Jackson says standing back up from his fall.
"It's fine." I say through clenched teeth, it hurts so bad.
"I'll take you to the Med-jacks." Winston says putting an arm under my shoulder helping me up and out of the barn. I spot Newt in the distance, he looks up from his work and the smile on his face diminishes and is replaced by a frown once he sees my leg.
"Rose what happened?" He asks running towards me.
"Jackson slipped and fell stabbing her in the leg." Winston says, Newt takes my free arm and wraps it around his shoulder helping stable me. I feel a tingling sensation go through my arm when he touched it. I think I like him. I think to my self. No Rose you just met him.
I was laid on a bed in the Med-jacks hut, and Clint (a Med-jack) was kneeling beside me and Newt was on the other side.
"Newt you're going to have to hold her still." Clint says turning toward me, "This is going to hurt something awful." I let out a groan, the pain was getting to me. Newt sat on the edge of the bed by my waist and grabbed my hand.
"Look at me not your leg." He said smiling at me, if the pain wasn't so bad I think I would have blushed but I just wanted the knife out of my leg I didn't think about Newt. I stared into his dark brown eyes and I felt a hand on my thigh and with a jolt of pain the knife was out my leg, I screamed loud but then started to take deep breaths. And then I hissed with pain when something wet touched my wound. Newt's eyes had worry in them as he looked at my leg, I looked down to see blood oozing out my thigh.
"That's pretty deep." Clint said focusing on my wound. "I'm going to stitch it up, this might hurt." It didn't hurt as much as the knife being pulled out but it still stings. He finishes and wraps my leg in a bandage, he said I would have to stay the rest of the day in bed. He left the room quietly, leaving me and Newt alone. I sat up straight and pulled my legs off the bed.
"Does this mean I don't have to be a Slicer?" I ask Newt, he chuckles.
"No you don't have to be a Slicer." He say, his leg brushes against mine.
"Good." I say with a smile trying not to stare.
I sleep in the Med-jacks hut alone, it's peaceful but my mine wonders to Newt. I think I really do like, but I won't tell him. I think to myself. I finally drift to sleep.
