Little lies - NEWT

{2.03}

TWO DAYS PASSED, two exhausting days of doing absolutely nothing productive, and the Gladers still had not heard a single word about Eden. Whenever anyone asked, albeit it was often Newt, they were simply told that she remained to be unconscious but progressing in the right direction. A complete lie, for one of those details. Newt could tell - via one of the guards who couldn't really lie - that that information was incorrect so he assumed the worst and fell into a pit of grief for a death that hadn't even occurred. It was an odd feeling and he didn't quite know how to dispose of it or make himself feel any better without actually seeing Eden. So he persisted with his questioning, thinking that maybe the guards would get so annoyed that one of them would let him see her. It only took the once. When he knew where she was, he would figure out a way to sneak there - it wouldn't be difficult.

"Can't I just go and see her?" Newt practically begged but hid the tell tale begging tone away from the guard and Thomas (who stood next to him as moral support.) He wanted the effect of begging but not the appearance of weakness or reliance on a greater thing than he was - though he would have immediately changed his tune if he thought it would get him closer to Eden quicker.

The guard sighed deeply, sick of all the constant questions and the extremely repetitive nature of their conversation, "She's still unconscious. Her body needs repair time. You can see her when she wakes."

Newt's anger flared up to the point where he could no longer properly contain it. "And when will that bloody be?" he seethed, shooting daggers through his eyes at the guard.

"Newt," Thomas whispered warningly, looking at the guards on the other side of the room who had started to edge towards them preventively.

"No, Tommy. I'm sick of being held here and not knowing anything when she's wherever she is and probably in pain," he scowled, exhaustion taking away the more logical thinking part of his brain.

"I can't do anything so I suggest you back off," the guard whispered threateningly, looking in such a way that Thomas was forced to pull Newt away from the situation despite not wanting to do so.

"They'll let you see her when she's awake," Thomas reassured as they both walked away from the situation, ignoring stares from the other teenagers in the room. He hoped that would be the truth, as he worried for Eden's life too but not as severely as Newt of course.

He sighed, gaze softening as despair started to swim in his eyes. "I don't want her to wake up alone, though."

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EDEN WAS BORED. Bored would be an incredible understatement. She had slept all that she could and in her waking hours, she spent time alone with her thoughts and simply staring at the wall. Boredom overtook everything and she had slipped into some rather dark places within her own mind that caused plenty of tears and powerful waves of anxiousness that would not leave. She had small breaks from her boredom when nurses or doctors came to check on her maybe four times a day. Eden could actually move her body now and she was in a lot less pain than before, her arm had dulled to a small ache and her head was completely clear of pain. She just wanted to get out of the bright white room, to see something or someone else instead.

She frowned as Janson - a non-doctor whom she hated entirely- walked into the room with Dr Crawford, who had her hand hidden behind her back."We have a few questions for you," Janson announced as he closed the door to her room and the blinds that covered a single-window opposite her bed. Fear licked at her spine once more, sending her arms to be littered with goosebumps.

Eden looked toward the two of them hesitantly, trying not to show how she truly felt inside. "Okay... as long as I can see my friends after."

"You could pick up an infection that will kill you if you see them," Dr Crawford replied, shaking her head to deny her request instantly.