If There Is A Light

Chapter 16

She trusted Newt with so many things. She was pretty sure that if it came down to it she would trust him with her life. Of course, she had not really been put in an urgent situation where her life was at stake with him being the only one capable of saving her so she could not be one hundred percent sure... But she was pretty sure. 99.8 percent positive actually.

She did not trust Newt with this. He had been the one to say he would get the medjack to check it out, so she found it slightly annoying when he told her that he was fine. There was no need to go bother Clint. It was not serious. What could he even do if it was?

She found his whole argument ridiculous. Clint spent his days mostly dealing with minor cuts and contusions (mostly self-inflicted by the not to careful brick-nicks and builders). She was pretty impressed with herself as she had never had to go (occasionally she would throw that fact in Gally's face when he told her she was doing something wrong and going to hurt herself). Clint could handle a scrape.

What she found the most unsettling was the possibility he had been stung and was just trying to hide it. She knew Minho and Newt would never put anyone in danger like that. She had heard quite the story of the changing. It just seemed odd he was so not willing to let anyone touch it.

A good friend would have probably respected his wishes. He or she would probably not have grabbed the affected arm to prove a point. They probably would have not drug them to the medjack to have it checked. And most likely not have threatened (silently of course) to injure the other arm if he did not sit still. Alas, she was probably not a good friend by those standards.

"Yer gonna feel silly all this is." She shrugged. It was possible, but she sincerely doubted it. Even a small cut could become serious if not treated properly. Clint may not have been a surgeon, but he had plenty of experience with this (her guess was a lot of practice).

Clint ignored the bickering couple and got to work. He unwrapped his arm and thankfully it was just a nasty scrape. She tried not to look too relieved; she didn't want him to think she never believed him in the first place. Clint cleaned it off with a bit of water and Newt winced when he through a splash of alcohol on it. One new bandage later and his work was done. "Alright love birds you shanks better hope that Gally didn't finish off my meal."

Newt rolled his eyes and she smiled at Clint's heart filled goodbye. Once Clint was out of ear shot Newt turned to her with a smirk, "Told ya it was no big deal."

That was fine by her. She did not want to be right, well about it being something serious. She knew she was right about getting it cleaned and all that good jazz. "On second thought... Might need a kiss ta make it better, ya know?"

She would not have minded doing that if perhaps he had not been so insistent on the fact that he was not hurt. That and the fact his voice suggested nothing other than jest. She raised her eyebrow at him in a playfully unamused matter. "Not on the arm. On the cheek or something. Magic properties will make it glow down."

She just rolled her eyes and started to walk away. Newt shot her a grin. It was worth a shot.