𝓢𝓽𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓯𝔂 》✮ TMR, Newt

014 - Sensitive subject

                                  CHAPTER 14
                               ╚══ ✩•°✰°•✩ ══╝
                     TW: Mentions of suicide.
Stella's POV
                      .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

I woke up gasping for air.

Again. I saw the same dream but not exactly the dream. I saw the scene where Newt was climbing the wall and jumping off.

I had to ask someone about it. It felt bad asking Newt directly. I would wake up one of his most traumatic memories. The ones he has from here.

It was around 6:30 am so I took it as an opportunity to wake up now. I rushed to the Med-hut. Surprisingly, Jeff was there.

"Morning Jeff". This time I greeted first. I was getting more comfortable with the Med-jacks. They seemed like people I could trust.

"Hey Stella. Does your hand feel any better?" He flashed me the usual smile.

"I think so yeah". I couldn't help myself from giving one back.

"Then we should wait for Clint to check it". He smiled at me and I smiled back.

After a few minutes, someone walked in.

"Good morning shanks". It was Clint. "I missed you".

"We should check her hand if the wounds are healing". Jeff said looking up at the boy ignoring his comment.

Even if it was sarcastic yes I can say I would miss them too.

"Oh sure. Stella come here". He motioned at the chair in front of him.

He again, took off the bandages and took a closer look at the wounds.

"They are healed. Even the deep ones". He nodded.

"So can I take the bandage off?" I asked full of hope.

"Sure unless you feel any pain". He shrugged glancing up at me.

"I'm good". I nodded smiling.

Clint decided to clean it a little so I don't get any infection.

Then I was thinking about Newt. If he jumped off that means he had to break—something.

Then it snapped in my mind. Jeff had mentioned someone had broken their leg. Maybe that was it. The information matched perfectly.

"So Jeff, you had said someone had broken their leg long ago?" I said looking up at the boy.

He hesitated to speak. He knew he shouldn't. I could see it in his eyes.

"As a Med-jack, I should know about those types of incidents right? For example, what if someone breaks their leg and you are not around and I'm the one who has to treat it? I should know".

Again he was frozen.

Do it.

"It was Newt wasn't he?"

I did not just blurt it out.

Clint froze and stopped treating my hand. He looked up his gaze cold. "How do you know?"

"So it's true". My eyes widened, now assuring it.

"What?" Clint frowned.