Bewitching

21|Sensitive

WICKED POV

"What the [insert swear word of choice] is he doing?"

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A/N: How dirty is your mind?
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"Sir." Ava Paige speaks from the side of the room. "Language, please." Ashamed and embarrassed, the scientist goes back to watching the boy on the screens. "You don't think he's going to..."
Ava held up a finger.
"Possibly. We have no idea how Subject A5 will respond to this situation. Of course,we have something in the brains of the non-immune to slow down the Flare virus, but sadly, it will take it's course. Anyway's, our Glue will fulfill his purpose. This is just...an unfortunate event."
A boy with brown hair standing beside Ava got a little red. "Unfortunate?" He asked. "He's going to kill him!"
Ava frowned. "Quiet Thomas." Thomas shuffled his feet and took the the hand of the girl next to him.
He spoke to her using the telepathy in his brain.

Teresa?
Yes, Thomas?
What do you think of this?
It's an unfortunate event, like Ava said.

But Thomas could detect a slight discomfort behind those words as they watched Newt viciously kill the boy.

Elizabeth's POV

I woke up feeling nauseous. That seems to happen to me a lot. I have a very very sensitive stomach.
And Frypan's cooking does not help. I groaned and flipped onto my stomach, hoping that the feeling would go away, but it didn't.
"What's wrong?" Newt spoke up from beside me, sounding disturbed. Maybe it was from all the weird noises my stomach was making.
"Sorry, did I wake you?" I shifted so I could look at him, but he was facing the other way. "No, no." He waved his arm slightly. "I've been awake." "Oh." I listened to the sound of my stomach for a second. Newt let out a weird laugh. "Are you sure you're ok?" I responded with a groan, flipping onto my back again. His fingers found my arm and started to rub circles on it. It sent a shiver up my arm and through my back.
I moved to the edge of the bed and got up, shivering at the absence of the warm covers. "Where ya going?" Newt reached out and grabbed my paralyzed hand. I loved how he wasn't all afraid to touch it.
"On a walk." I shivered again and pulled on a light jacket. His hand still gripped my arm. "You're hot."
"Very." I said, a weak attempt at a joke.
"You should see a Med Jack."
I tried to pull away, but his grip tightened to the point that it hurt.
"Newt!" I scream whispered. "Stop!" He let go immediately and sucked in a huge breath.
"Elizabeth! I'm so so sorry!" I turned around to look at him. I was about to scold his little butt when I saw the look in his eyes.
"Newt?" I sat down on the bed and took his hand. "What's wrong?" He looked sick. Sick and scared and mad.
He gripped my hand again. "Nothing, love, I'm fine." I stroked his hair and he plopped back down on the pillow.
"Newt?" "Hmmm?" "Were you wearing those clothes when you went to bed?"
He suddenly tensed up, and I started massaging his neck. "Why do you ask?" He sounded nervous. He was hiding something. But if it was something he wasn't willing to tell me, I wouldn't push.
"No reason." I soothed. He relaxed again, and soon his breathing steadied into the rhythm of sleep.
I quietly slipped out of the room and down the steps.
I was almost to the bottom when my stomach suddenly clenched and I stopped and doubled over, stifling a groan. The feeling was gone as soon as it came.
What is wrong with you?!
Clint's words echoed through my brain. I had answered him with everything I could come up with. But was there actually something else wrong with me? Did he know about it? Was he hinting me in?
Wow. I shook the thought from my head. I sure was overthinking this.
I walked out of the Homestead, one hand on my stomach as if to steady it.

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I stalked stiffly into the clearing. This place used to hold happy memories. The tree where Newt and I first kissed. Now it was basically a war zone. Why did I even come here? My eyes skimmed over the place. A broken tree branch there, and a stray shoe? Then my eyes found the blood.
I gagged and spun away, falling into a tree. Spots swam in my vision. The ground rushed up very fast to meet me.
Aw, the good old faint at the sight of blood returns.

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"Elizabeth? Are you bloody okay?" I blinked. A blurry Newt swam in front of my eyes.
I struggled onto my hands and knees. "Steady." He whispered. Then I emptied my stomach of Frypans casserole. He kept a cool hand on my back as I ungracefully vomited.
Once I was finished I shakily wiped my mouth and sat back on the balls of my feet.
Newt was staring at me worriedly. "I told you you were warm." I started to laugh weakly, but ended up gagging.
I coughed a bit to keep my dignity, and attempted at humor. "That's what I get for taking up that dare to eat another whole serving." Newts eyes stayed dark as he pulled me into a hug.
"But, no really, I'm fine." I say as I pull away. He looks at me in disbelief. "I just found you bloody unconscious in the middle of the Deadheads for no reason and suddenly you bloody vomit up your insides. You are not fine."
I shakily get up and brush the dust off of my pants.
"No, actually," I protest. "I fainted at the sight of blood." He looks alarmed. "Blood! Are you hurt?" He anxiously starts checking me over but I push him off. "No, no. Just, um." I point to the general direction of the blood. His face goes a little green and he pulls us out of the clearing. Then I notice. "Newt!" I practically shriek. He looks alarmed and a little guilty. "What! What?" I shove him a little too roughly and he stumbles. I laugh a bit, and grab his arm to steady him. "What the shuck are you doing out of bed!?" The guilt clears his expression and he looks a bit sheepish.
"You didn't come back from your walk?" That boy cannot lie. I nodded my head. "Uh-huh. Now, how did you find me? Oh yeah, that's right, you most likely followed me." He has no comment.
"I don't care what you say," He says with a slight smile. "I'm bringing you to be checked by the Med Jacks." Jeez, I visit that place with injury or sickness like clockwork.

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"You are perfectly heathy Elizabeth." Clint says, looking troubled. "But your temp is higher then normal. Your skin is hot yet you say you are cold, and you are so so pale."
"Ha." I turn to Newt. "Told you I wasn't sick." Clint interrupts my happy 'told you so' moment. "That might not be the case. You could very well be sick. I'll just pass this off as a little stomach bug. Get rest and drink water, and you should be good?"
I roll my eyes at his uncertainty and hop of the desk, stumbling a little. I reach out to catch myself as I fall forward. With my left arm. Idiiooootttt.
My arm buckles under my weight and I smash my face into the side of the desk before dropping to the ground. "Shuck!" I shrieked as my nose started to bleed.
Newt grabbed me and set me back where I started, on the counter. Clint gave me a box of tissues. "Head wounds bleed a lot."
Turns out my nose was only bruised, but I was lucky it wasn't broken.
Clint was just giving me an ice pack when Minho burst through the door. Keep in mind this was only 6:00 in the morning.
"News!" He gasped, leaning against the door frame heavily. "I'm sorry," I said, leaning forward and sounding like I breathed in helium. "Did you say Newt or News?" He starts to laugh, probably at how ridiculous I sounded.
"News." He says in between laughs as a commotion starts up outside.
He suddenly gets serious as he hears the shouts of horror. Clint is staring out the window and Newt is like a stiff board next to me.
"Bloody spit it out!"
Minho smirks. "The shank was murdered." I looked at Newt in horror. "Murdered! Which shank! I know a lot of shanks. Oh pleeaaasssee say it's Gally."