Hurt

Amelia Knows

Pain. All he felt was pain as he drifted in and out of consciousnesses. The sensation of being carried woke him at one point, but the agony in his leg pushed him back under.

"Why the hell did you do it?"

Newt opened his eyes and glanced around. He was in the med-jack tent, his leg in a cast and elavated. Amelia sat in the corner in a chair.

"You're awake." said Amelia. "Thank god you're alive 'cause I'm gonna kill you."

Newt squeezed his eyes shut.

"I'm sorry."

"'I'm sorry'? 'I'M SORRY'?!?!" Amelia shouted. "I'm so glad you're SORRY that you tried to KILL YOURSELF!!"

Newt stared at Amelia, who glared back. Suddenly her lip trembled and she lowered her head. When she looked at him again, tears spilled over her dark lashes.

"Why didn't you say anything? To me, or Minho, or Alby, or ANYONE?" she asked quietly.

Newt didn't answer, unable to meet her eyes.

"Do you know what it would have done to me if you had died?" Amelia asked, voice cracking.

"You would have learned to live with it. Everyone would move on. It wouldn't have made a shuckin' difference!" Newt said, raising his voice.

Amelia looked at him, horror written in her eyes. "Is that really what you think?"

Newt's eyes narrowed, not answering.

Amelia scoffed and stood up. "Are you so... STUPID as to think it wouldn't affect anyone?! Hello? Minho is your best friend! He'd lose his mind without you. You're Alby's second in command. He'd catch hell trying to contain the Glade without you. And me? Do you even have any idea what you mean to me?"

Newt stared at her. Amelia stared back, obviously expecting a response.

"You shuckin' moron. I can't believe this." Amelia quickly stepped across the room and slammed the door shut behind her.