Newt imagines 2

Fucking failed the test

Newt was away. Again. Working with the right arm to stop WICKED and free Minho. I understand it and I am happy he is. But I hardly see him, he's been gone for a week now.

The land rovers rolls into the camp, people start shouting as the troops return. I finish serving up dinner and put it under a blanket to maintain the heat, I run over to help with the wounded. I look round frantically for Newt. I did care if he was wounded but if hadn't returned it could only mean to worse. Wicked had him.
I spot him sat in the front of a land rover with Sonya, perfectly sound. Satisfied I turn my attention back to work. I grab a stretcher and run to the wounded. "Someone help me get this guy on." I shout, people rushing to my aid. We get the guy with a broken leg onto the stretcher and rush him towards the medical tent. On the way we passed Newt. Mine and his eyes connected for a brief second, he reflected the tiredness I felt in my whole body. I may have not been fighting but I was stronger than most who stayed back so I was constantly overloaded with work.

I wish I was part of the 'army'. However when I had taken the test to apply for a spot, the examiner had been this woman who was massively obsessed with Newt. Call me clingy. But I had lost my temper and stormed out, getting a solid F on my report. Hence, I was stuck to help with the medical side, go on food runs, cook, clean, all whilst being a loving girlfriend who had to be there to support her boyfriend. It is too much.

I station myself near the entrance to the tent, so I can work and watch the commotion. Especially Newt. He looked so handsome in the evening sunset, his hair shining and his smile warm as he laughed with Thomas. I sigh sadly knowing I wouldn't get him in my arms till later, tie my hair in a bun and turn to the boy's broken leg.

The sun had long set when I returned, agitated and shattered. I walk back to mine and newt's tent, looking forward to the pasta dish I cook for us. We were finally going to have a meal with just the two of us.

I get near and here laughter, a girl's laughter. I smile, it must be Brenda. We had become good friends over the months. Though no one could replace Minho, he had been like a brother to me.

I open the tent flap, and my jaw drops open trembling. There was loads of them in there. Thomas, Jorge, Brenda, Harriet, Sonya and Newt. And there were two empty plates that before had been full. I breath deeply balling my hands into fists. Then walk in storming through the middle of their huddle group. I pick up the plates trembling with rage.
"Hey we need more food." Newt states drinking from his flask, I could tell it was booze, they all stank of it.
That was it.

I threw the plates on newt's lap, tear flowing down my cheeks. "Do it yourself." I mumble storming out the tent, slightly embarrassed at my lack of self control. But how he made me mad. I wanted to strangle him till his eyes bulged out. He had no idea what I did for him.

I hear Newt chasing after me. He grabs my arm. I throw his hand off of me, and face him so he can clearly see my tears.

"What's up with you? I've just returned from being away in a week and the first thing you do I throw the bloody plates at me!"

"What's up this me! I don't know maybe the fact that I spent all day working my butt off so when you returned you had a clean tent, new sheets, a warm meal for the two of us to eat together!" I scream at him not caring it's like midnight. "I had to trade my favourite pair of earrings to get an hour off work to eat that meal with you!"

"Oy! Don't you yell at me! I've just returned from fighting a war you don't seem to care about. And all I want to do is hang out with my mates! It's not like your even there! You haven't been to say hello or welcome me back yet!" He shouts back, forcing himself above you. "I've been back for four hours!"

"Don't you dare." You hiss at him, you were unaware of the others leaving your tent to watch. "I care so fucking much, I've spent those four hours trying to heal the wounded." My voice calms as the tears choke me. "I am so fucking tired, I can hardly keep myself from collapsing, I get up every morning at four to prepare the meal that will be shipped of to the front. So you lot can get a fucking cooked breakfast."