The Defective Soldier || Newt

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟐

𝕋𝕙𝕖 ℕ𝕖𝕨 𝕃𝕠𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟

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William sat on his bed, watching George and Henry walk from one corner to another nervously. Neither looked where they were going, making them run into each other frequently. Something that he found amusing.

George laid some ragged sheets and a mask next to William on the bed. After giving a short, though quick, explanation of how to tie the sheets around his arms, torso, and legs, he walked away, crashing against Henry once again. William did as the boy said, wrapping the sheets around his arms to make some sort of protective bandage.

"It helps in case they bite or scratch you," George said while doing his own bandages.

Not really questioning it, William took off his jumper, picked the largest strap of sheet and wrapped it around his torso. Tying it was complicated, but he managed to do a pretty decent job, in his opinion. He put his jumper back on and sat down to proceed with his legs. One at a time.

"Protect the one you use to keep your balance most often more," Henry suggested as he wrapped his own sheet around his torso.

"Right, because I know that when I have no memories," William commented with a hint of tease to his words.

"Alright, genius, get up. Get up and relax. Don't think about it, just relax." William followed Henry's orders, placing most of his weight on his right leg. "There you go. The right leg."

"Thanks," William muttered.

He sat back down on the bed, pulling up his trouser cuffs to wrap the sheets around his legs. As Henry had advised him, he took a bit more time and sheets to protect the right one. He didn't know exactly why, but it was clear that everyone was past the stage of accepting questions.

"You guys about done?" Bea asked from the cafeteria's door frame.

"Just a second, please," William asked, since he still had to secure his left leg bandage.

"No need to say please and thank you here, William. We're not really that proper," Bea chuckled. "And don't worry, just come with your mask on to the cafeteria when you're done."

Henry and George exchanged amused looks the moment Bea walked back to the cafeteria, which piqued William's interest. "What is it?"

"Nothing, nothing. Just thinking that Bea's being weirdly nice to you." Henry shrugged his shoulders. "She's not like that with George and me . . ." He turned to look at George. "You don't think she hates us, do you?"

William chuckled softly, shaking his head as he directed his attention back to his bandage. "What did you two do to her? She's nice."

"Hey, we did nothing. What did you do to make her like you?" George questioned with a raised eyebrow.

"Nothing." William took his mask with an attempt at a cocky smile. "It might just be because we might be alike in a way. Unlike her, I'm not sure."

In the cafeteria, all the girls stood around a table, ready to go out. William put his mask on and walked to Flor, who welcomed him by resting her arm on his shoulder. They chatted normally, discussing things that seemed silly compared to what they'd be doing in a couple of hours.

However, when Henry and George joined them, the real discussion began. They all talked about what to do if they arrived at the place and there was a trap, or countless Cranks waiting for them.

Everyone provided ideas and strategies, though it was difficult to plan anything without knowing exactly what they would fight against. If there was any fighting at all. No one knew what to expect from that mission. They just hoped that it wouldn't make them lose anyone else.