Newt x Y/n, Part 1: The Glade

Chapter 32, The Start of the Downfall

I heard footsteps. Just one set.

"Y/n?" Newt called.

I got up and walked to him. I had my arms crossed. He stopped dead in his tracks.

"Darling, please don't be mad." He said pleadingly.

"A little late for that. But I don't wanna talk about it. You know the paper that was wrapped around the tube?" I asked.

He nodded walking closer.

"Well I kept the paper and thank god I did." I said.

I uncrumpled the paper and I looked at it. I held it out so he could grab it. He took it from me and read it. His eyes immediately widened.

He took my hand and we ran back to the meeting hut, the others were just barely walking out.

"Everyone back inside!" Newt ordered.

Everyone exchanged confused looks but obeyed.
My stomach was aching. The stitches needed to come off.

I put a hand over my stomach and ignored it.

"Newt what's up?" Gally asked, giving me a look.

Soon the paper was passed around and everyone had read it.

Everyone was confused and worried. We didn't know what we were worried about exactly.

"What could it mean?" I asked.

Everyone just gave me a blank look.

"Look, let's just forget it for now and get back to work, sitting around and doing nothing won't help." Newt said.

We all agreed and went back to work.

When me, newt, Thomas, Minho, and Chuck were in the gardens newt widened his eyes.

"Shit, love your stitches. We need to take them off."

"You guys go, the rest of us will take care of the gardens." Minho said.

"Thank you Minho," newt said, "let's go love." He said grabbing my hand.

I felt sick and was quiet the entire way. When we walked into the hut we were greeted by Clint and Jeff.

"Well there you are. We were wondering when you were gonna show up." Clint said.

I gave a small smile.

"Go ahead and lay down for us." Jeff said, pointing at the bed.

I lay down and I closed my eyes making sure my breathing was steady.

"Love?" Newt said touching my hand, "are you alright?" He asked.

Clint and Jeff turned their heads towards us looking at me.

"Yeah, I'm okay." I said in a whisper voice.

Newt wanted to say something else but he didn't.

"Permission to lift up your shirt?" Clint asked.

"Of course." I said.

He lifted up my shirt.

"Well you're definitely healed. Just a little red because they're a bit overdue for removal. It's okay though. We're gonna go ahead and get started okay? Jeff get me the tweezers please?" He said.

I soon felt the coldness of the tweezers touching my skin. Then I felt the stitches being pulled out. It wasn't painful but it was uncomfortable. I had my eyes open but I couldn't bear to look down.

Newt had his eyes at my stomach. I grabbed his hand and squeezed it. He knew what I was feeling and gently pecked my forehead.

"You're okay love. Just breathe." He then kissed me in the lips.