Life In The Glade//TMR Newt Fanfic

Chapter 30-Newts Sweater

When I woke up later, Newt was still asleep. He still had his arm wrapped around me, and I slowly moved it off of my shoulders. He tossed a bit in his sleep when I stood up, but didn't wake up. I smiled just the slightest bit. Just knowing he was okay made me feel so much better, that now I didn't have to worry about him.

"Hey Em," I heard someone call behind me. I turned around to see Clint.

"Oh, hey." I said back. He glanced over my shoulder at Newt, then went back to arranging the medicine cabinet.

"Minho wanted me to tell you that he was thankful for the breakfast." Clint said, turning his back to me.

"Oh, cool. Where'd he go exactly?" I started tying my hair back up into a ponytail.

"Oh, he uh, said something about taking the plates back to Frypan, then going for a run. Left about half an hour ago, actually." Clint said. I nodded.

"Cool. Keep can eye on Newt for me, will ya?" I asked. Clint looked over his shoulder at me.

"Uh, yeah, why?" He turned to face me.

"No big deal, I just need to clear my head is all. I'll be back in a bit, Kay?" I didn't even wait for an answer, before I smiled, spun around and my heel, and strolled out of the hut, my ponytail swinging behind me. It didn't take long to find Minho. He missed going into the maze this morning, so he was doing some laps around the glade. I caught up to him pretty easily, and started jogging beside him. He turned and gave me a small smile, sweat shining on his forehead.

"Hey Min."

"Hey Em."

"How's the run?" I asked. He shrugged a bit.

"Okay, I prefer the maze honestly, but this is fine. I just needed a break." He said quietly I wasn't sure if it was because he was tired form running or not, but his voice sounded a bit hoarse.

"So, you never got to explain what happened to Newt before." I said, looking up at him expectantly. He groaned.

"Is that what this is about? Really? I thought you just genuinely wanted to run, but nah, you're just trying to get answers." He said, a small smirk starting to spread across his face. I looked down at the ground as we ran.

"Oh, uh, yeah. Sorry bout that, I just really want to know." I said. He laughed a bit.

"I know, classic Emmy, always wanting to know what's going on. Is this a shucking girl thing, or is that just who you are?" He teased. I shrugged.

"Well, I wouldn't know if it was a girl thing, would I? I'm the only girl I know of, so." I shot back. He nodded.

"Very true. I'm still not telling you though." He said. I groaned.

"Min, come on, I want to know. I doubt Newt will ever tell me, so I want to hear it from you. Can you please explain it?" I asked again.

"No, he should be the one to tell you." He said.

"But he most likely wont tell me," I whined.

"Well, that's his choice, isn't it, shuckface?" He said. I didn't say anything. He had a point, I mean, if it was that important, and Minho seemed to think it was, I should wait until he tells me. I mean, granted he probably never will, but I should respect that. If it's embarrassing or traumatic for him, or whatever, maybe he doesn't want me to know about it. I nodded.

"Yeah, you're right. Thanks anyways." I said. Minho shrugged and elbowed me in the side.

"Come on, I'll race ya back, get your mind off of it, sound good?" He asked. I felt the smallest trace of a smirk spread across my face. I was always up for a little competition, so I nodded, and we both sprinted back to the homestead. Minho was obviously a bit slower, since he had been running for a while already. I beat him back easily, but I was glad to have something to do. The wind in my hair, as normal, felt amazing. Minho followed me to homestead, and leaned on it, catching his breath.

"Well, now that that's settled, how's our buddy doing?" Minho panted.

"He's okay. I should probably go check on him soon. Clint and Jeff are there, but he could use a visit from you anyways." I said. Minho nodded.

"Yeah, alright, let's go see him." He said finally. We both jogged off towards the medjack hut. It feels like I've spent forever in there lately. I haven't gotten to run in so long, and although I still feel it every once and a while, I'm starting to get used to the glade. I havent had a panic attack, or even felt really claustrophobic in a while. Maybe my brain is realizing it's all a simulation, but whatever it is, I'm not complaining. Minho pushed the door open and I followed him in. Newt was sitting up in the bed, and turned to look at us when we walked in.

"Oh, hey guys." He said. Clint was checking on a bandage that was wrapped around his head, almost hidden by his scruffy hair.

"We're fine, how are you, man?" Minho asked, and we both sat down next to him.

"Uh, same as before, I think. Everything still bloody hurts, but it's getting better I think." He said, wincing a bit as Clint touched the side of his head.

"Sorry," Clint muttered, then stepped away.

"Well, Emmy's here now, so I'll let her take care of you, since you probably prefer that," He paused to sigh, and scratched the back of his head. "Yeah, uh, I'm gonna go find Jeff." He mumbled, and turned, walking away. He stopped, his hand on the doorway and turned back.

"Oh, uh, Em, check his ribs for me?" He said, waiting for me to nod. When I did, he smiled and turned to leave. I turned to Newt.
"Your ribs, huh?" I asked. Newt nodded, and I closed the door.
"Kay, shirt off." I said. He looked at me, then Minho, then back at me.
"Wait, what?"
"You heard me. Shirt. Off. Now." I ordered. Minho was trying to hold in his laughter and Newt looked a bit scared.
"Why do I need to take my shirt off?" He asked.
"So I can check your ribs, idiot. Come on, take off your hoodie at least." I crossed my arms over my chest. Newt looked to Minho for help, but Minho just shrugged.
"Hey, medjacks orders, man." He said. I nodded and Newt sighed, slowly starting to take his sweater off. He got it off of his torso, but he couldn't bend his arms a certain way to get it all the way off without it hurting. He groaned.
"Minho, a little help please?" He asked. Minho sighed and helped him pull it off. Newt winced and set his hoodie on the bed, sitting there in just his tank top.
"There ya go, I took the bloody hoodie off, now what?" Newt pouted, folding his arms over his chest. I shook my head.
"I can't check your ribs like that. Can you stand up?" I asked. Newt shook his head.
"It hurts." He pouted again. I sighed.
"Okay, you can stand up and keep your undershirt on, or you can keep sitting and the shirt comes off." I said. He groaned.
"Oh come on, that's not fair."
"Take your pick, man." Minho said. Newt groaned again.
"Fine, I'll take off the bloody shirt." He mumbled. I nodded.
"Good. I'll go get some bandages, because my guess is a cracked rib, maybe two." I turned my back and walked over to the shelf. The truth is, I don't know why Newt is so hesitant, but I know it's kinda because of me. I grabbed the bandages and turned around to see Newt sitting on the bed, his tank top laying next to him.
"I can't believe you guys." Newt grumbled. Minho shrugged.
"Hey, I'll take off my shirt if you want me too," he said. He glanced over at me while Newt shook his head.
"No! I uh, I mean...no. Actually, I'd rather nobody was here right now." Newt mumbled.
"Wait, you telling me to leave shank? I would if you wanted me to but, wow, that hurts." Minho said, putting a hand on his chest and putting on a look of fake hurt.
"Ya slinthead, it means I don't want you standing there shirtless in front of my girlfriend." Newt mumbled.
"Ah, gotcha, I'll let you two be alone I guess." Minho smirked. Newt rolled his eyes.
"Get out of here, shank." He laughed. Minho stood up to walk out the door.
"Nice to see you too, blondie. Glad you're awake." He nodded at Newt before putting his hands in his pockets and sauntering out the door.