𝓢𝓽𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓯𝔂 》✮ TMR, Newt

013 - Someone is jealous

CHAPTER 13
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When I entered my hut I let myself fall on the bed.

Did it really happen or was I dreaming?

What confused me the most was why Newt didn't say anything. Did he like it? Or did he see me as a friend and nothing more? All those questions spun in my head.

I decided to not question it anymore.

So I let myself fall asleep.

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That morning there was no knock on my door.

I quickly got dressed and remembered what happened yesterday. I was mentally screaming but also I had a heavy feeling on my chest.

This morning I decided to have my breakfast in the Med-hut. I took my plate from the kitchen and headed towards it.

No one was there. Clint and Jeff were probably having their breakfast. So I took it as an opportunity to take out my notes.

A forever obsession.

There she was. She spoke. The voice.

Before I could do anything, some voices interrupted me.

"Morning Stella". Jeff said sitting on his chair. Clint walked around the hut looking at the shelves.

"Morning guys". I said looking up at them.

"Can I see your hand? To check if you need new bandages or none at all". Clint now said. His expression was blank but his eyes were soft.

"Sure". I nodded in agreement.

Then Clint sat in the chair in front of me, which was supposed to be for a patient, and started taking the now dirty bandage off my hand.

"The wounds are still deep". Clint said looking up at Jeff. "Do you think—".

"No. Not really. But maybe it could". He shook his head quick in response.

I cleaned my throat. "Mind telling me too? Maybe I'm a patient now, but I'm still a Med-jack. I'll understand".

Jeff looked at Clint. Clint nodded and now Jeff spoke. "We think because the cuts are deep, that it maybe has affected the nerve".

"Which means, if it has and now the nerve is not responding, we have to cut your hand off so it doesn't spread to your whole nerve system".

"Nice". I exhaled.

"But you can move it can't you?" Clint said looking straight into my eyes. Like he was waiting for a positive response.

"I suppose". I shrugged.

"Can you try?" Jeff bit his lip and he had the same look as Clint.

The only thing I could do was nod. Then, I tried moving my palm. It hurt. It felt like it was burning. At least I succeeded. My hand moved and we could be sure the nerve wasn't hurt.

"That's good. But don't put pressure". Clint said, "Now let's bandage it".

He bandaged my hand and right after sat on his chair also waiting for someone to walk in.

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The day passed quickly.