Hurt

Forgiven

"Alright, take it easy, Newt." Clint, the med-jack, said as he helped Newt walk outside on his own for the first time since the incident. Leaning on his crutch for support, Newt felt the warm rays of sunshine on his pallid skin and sighed.

Across the Glade, Newt could hear the bustle of everyday life. He could even make out individual shouts that rang out with clarity. It was almost a normal day. Almost.

"Newt! Glad to see you up and out. How you feelin'?" called someone as they walked past.

"Better than before." he answered, but whoever had called out was already gone. What was the point?

He turned and saw a flash of light from where the Builders were working. There, next to Gally, was Amelia, her long brown hair gently twisting around her shoulders in the breeze. Newt suddenly wished she was beside him instead.

Gally glanced over and did a double take. He bent towards Amelia, saying something, and she looked over. Newt turned red, and began to shuffle towards the Homestead.

"Newt!"

He turned and saw Amelia running up.

"Hey." he muttered, wondering if she would give him another lecture, but at the same time wanting one, just so she would talk to him.

"You're out of bed." she said.

"Yeah, I noticed." he said, then wished he hadn't. The sarcasm in his voice could be cut by a knife.

Amelia's eyes narrowed but she continued, "How've you been?"

Newt shrugged. "Better, I guess. I'm up, right? I dunno."

Amelia rolled her eyes. "Why can't you ever give me a straight answer?"

"I dunno." Newt said.

Amelia huffed and blew a stray strand of hair from her eyes.

"I'm sorry." Newt said.

"For which part?" asked Amelia.

"Everything. I should have thought more carefully about what I was going to do before I did it. I didn't take other people into consideration. All I knew is that I wanted it to be over." Newt said in a rush.

Amelia didn't say anything, just stared at Newt. Then she embraced him.

"When Minho found you, he thought you were already dead. I was so scared, Newt. I didn't want to lose you. Then Alby said you'd-" Amelia broke off into a sob. "I hated you. It was like this bone-crushing anxiety that you wouldn't wake up. But when you finally did, I was so angry. How could you have done something like that? How could you..."

"I don't know. I'm just so sorry. Can you forgive me?" Newt whispered, pulling her closer.

Amelia pushed him away. Then seeing the hurt look on his face, she grinned and tugged him to her, pressing her lips against hers.

"I forgive you."