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"Newt!"
A worried voice called out, the sound echoing through the high concrete walls. A boy fluttered his eyes open, noticing the immense pain in his ankle.
His head tilted back, his blonde hair drooping away from his eyes. The pupils saw two boys stand at the bottom of the ivy covered wall. But Newt's eyes went wide at the sight of a boy, climbing the ivy towards him.
Newt passed out, eyes rolled back and he dangled in the ivy. The climbing boy wrapped ivy around his waist, ripping the vines off Newt's ankle.
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Golden light blared down on a boy's eyes. They scrunched under the light and moved his head to the side. Shifting his shoulders to get more comfortable, the boy realised his clothes felt twisted.
His eyes fluttered open again but instead of a wall in close distance it was sticks weaved together by rope. His brows furrowed in confusion, his eyes glancing around.
They landed on a (colour) haired boy staring at him.
He looked away, feeling shame. His pupils noticed that his leg was wrapped up in leaves and thick sticks.
"How long have I been out?"
"Couple of days... what were you doing up there, Newt?"
The boy in the bed, sighed. How can he tell this boy about all his issues? He would see him as he saw himself.
A damn burden.
"I thought— I thought you could talk to me about these things," the boy had a gentle tone as he stepped away from the doorway towards the side of the bed.
"I'm sorry."
Silence fell over the two. The standing boy, sighing. "Can you sit up?" He asked, stepping closer to Newt's side.
He watched as Newt helplessly tried to sit up, gasping sharply at the pain that shot up his leg. The boy nodded and immediately pulled the boy up, quickly.
Newt blinked and played with the hem of his shirt. Rubbing the fabric between his thumb and finger.
"What's my punishment?"
"Alby made you a Track-hoe. He wants to keep an eye on you, as do I."
The bed ridden boy scrunched up his face in confusion. "What do you mean? You're a runner. How are you meant to—" His eyes widened. Newt wanted to grab a handful of the boy's shirt and slap some sense into him.
