Why Can't I Hate You?

~12~

Alby was fading fast. His dying veins turning black, visible from beneath his skin. Twitching and writhing in his bed, trying to escape the pain. There was nothing we could do to even ease it a little.
 
Newt held the syringe of blue liquid in his hand, enscribed across the side, the same letters we always find: W.C.K.D. He wasn't keen on the idea of giving it to A. by "We don't know if this will work. We don't know what it is or why it came up with you. For all we know, this stuff could kill him."

"Newt, look at him. He's already dying." Thomas said.

Newt looked over at Alby, clenching his jaw. "Fine. Do it."

Thomas took the syringe and leaned over Alby, getting ready to inject the medicine into his body. Alby's eyes shot open, black, soulless. He grabbed Thomas, screaming, Newt rushed to release Alby's grip.

"Get the syringe!"

The girl took the syringe from Thomas's hand and injected Alby. He leaned back into his bed, calming down again.

"Alright, from now on, someone stays here and watches him around the clock." Newt commanded.

Once everyone caught their breath back and got over the shock, they started to leave. Thomas bid me goodnight, and then the girl walked over to me. "Sorry I didn't get to talk to you earlier. I'm Teresa."

"Y/n," I smiled.

"Yeah, I know. Apparently, I said your name in my sleep, and Thomas's. I can't imagine what it's been like, being the only girl for a whole year."

"Yes!" I laughed "Honestly though, I love these guys to bits, but it's nice to talk to someone who actually gets me."

"Hey, Shanks, it's late. You can have your little girl talk tomorrow," Newt interrupted.

"Alright, grandpa, past your bedtime, is it?"

I burst out laughing. We had only just met, and she was already sticking up for me. "Nice one."

"I'll see you tomorrow then." She waved goodbye and left. Teresa seemed nice, I hoped we'd be good friends.

"Hitting up the girls now, too?" He teased.

"Shut up."

"Clint has first watch, so I suggest you get some beauty sleep for a few hours, or you'll look even worse, you might get mistaken for a griever."

"You little-"

Click. We turned to the door. Someone had closed it. Newt went to open it again, but as hard as he pulled and pushed, it didn't budge. "It's locked."

I went over to the window, which had been boarded up, so we couldn't even break the glass. "What the hell is going on?"

"Someone's locked us in."

My mind went back to the conversation between Minho and Jeff. "Minho!"

"What?"

"It was Minho. After we bandaged everyone up, he took Jeff out for a private chat. He never hides stuff from me unless it's about me, so I'm betting it was his idea."

He sighed, dropping his head back in annoyance "Well that's bloody great. Of all people to be trapped with"

"I think that was the whole point of it, Newt," Sarcasm coated my voice.

"Not the first time, I suppose."

"I'd rather take the griever right now." I slumped down on the floor, crossing my legs.

"There's got to be a way out." He searched the place. He looked for loose floorboards, faults in the walls, tried to pry the boards off the windows, and pick the lock on the door, but nothing. We were well and truly stuck. "I'm gonna murder him when we get out of here!"

He collapsed into the wooden chair. I got up to check on Alby who was in the other room, when I say other room there's only three quarters of a wall seperating us, with a doorway covered by a long sheet of fabric. He seemed to be doing a lot better. His veins were going back to normal, and he wasn't shaking. I left him to rest.

"What now?" I asked.

"Can we not talk?" He pressed his lips in a thin line.

"How are we meant to not talk? We're gonna be stuck in here for at least until morning."

He rubbed his jaw, clearly getting more annoyed. His eyes moved up, and then his body followed. "There's a window up there."

I looked up to where He was pointing. It was a rectangular window at the top, above the cabinets. "We can't fit through there."

"Not me, but maybe you could, then you can open the door from the outside."

"Or I could just leave you here."

"Better than being stuck here with you all night."

It was high up, even if I could fit. How the hell was I supposed to get up there?

"How am I gonna get up there?"

He got up from the chair and picked it up, moving it over to the window. I stepped up on the chair, it was made by the builders, to the best of their ability, it wasn't the sturdiest of chairs. Despite me standing on the chair, I still couldn't reach the window.

"Great idea, Newt. I'll just use my magic powers and -"

He put his hands on my waist. I felt heat rise to my cheeks, my heart picking up its pace.

"What are you doing?"

"Helping you dumbass. Jump."

I knibbled the inside of my cheek, then jumped. He lifted me as if I weighed nothing, and I climbed onto the top of the cabinet. The handle of the window had been locked, and there was no way of opening it. "It's locked."

"So open it."

"I can't. He took the key, and he's boarded it up anyway."

"It was worth a try." He shrugged.

I shuffled awkwardly on the cabinet. "How do I get down?"

"Jump. I'll catch you."

"Not a chance. You'll drop me on purpose."

"Oh, come on. Do you think Minho would let me live if I did?"

"I don't trust you."

"Just bloody jump." He held his arms open.

I really didn't like this idea, but what choice did I have? I couldn't stay up here. I squeezed my eyes shut as I jumped off the edge, letting out a small scream.

I opened my eyes, and Newt was holding me. His face was close to mine, but neither of us moved away or broke eye contact. "See? I caught you. Just like I said."

His eyes flicked down to my lips for a split second before looking into my eyes again. I felt my lips part slightly, as if they were moving on their own accord. Sense came back to me, like a wave of realisation.

"Newt, put me down."

He swallowed, as if realising himself what was happening, and gently placed me back on the floor. I straightened my clothes out, feeling slightly humiliated.

"We should sleep." He broke the silence."You can take the bed, I'll just sleep in the chair."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, it's fine."

I got comfortable in the bed, and my back turned to him. The moment replaying in my head like a record stuck on play.

Fuck. I really am losing my head.