Injured Feet & Rickety Hearts {Book 1 Completed}

//Chapter 42//

I wracked my hand through my hair, rubbing my neck as I went down. I was so exhausted now, it seems like that had drained everything from me. I was done.

Newt slumped down next to me as everyone else took their seats, a silence ringing through the room that seemed almost louder than the fight we just had.

"He's finally whacked for good"

Minho whisper too himself, sweat beading down his face as he slouched in his chair. Minho was right, Gally had just threatened to kill Thomas, he was nuts, if something didn't go his way he would fight over it. I manage to break my hand over his face. Why am I always injured?

Newt sighed before he went to take my hand, squeezing it was enough to pry a pained hiss through my mouth. Newt jumped at the sound, looking at me with worry pulsing through his features before he looked down.

He let a quiet gasp out.

"Malaya, shuck, look at your hand"

Newt muttered, and I responded, lifting it so I could see. Jeez, my hand was a burning red, my knuckles slightly split and purple bruising forming around my fingers and wrist. I had done myself good this time. I shook my head, letting it sit in my lap.

"Relax it's just a sprain, cold water and rest will fix that. Gally deserved it though, rambling on about Thomas being a spy. Pfft"

Minho sighed as he came over to sit in the seat next to me, now that everyone had sort of shuffled around so he could. He took my hand and looked at it while Newt looked at me worried. Honestly, I'm more worried about him, those were some cruel words from Gally.

I wanted to question him, but someone else spoke. I didn't hear what they said, a mere whisper from where I was sitting. But Minho definitely seemed to notice.

"What?"

The boy sounded outraged and when I looked, I was shocked to see Winston flinch, looking up as he realised his whisper was caught out. Ugh more arguing I just want to go to bed. I groaned as Winston started talking and I dropped my head on Newt's shoulder.

"I don't want to be here anymore"

I whispered, I could hear Winston explaining how he thought Gally had a point, I wanted to argue, but I was just out of it. I had been called a spy, teased and mocked, filled with so much hatred I told Gally I wanted him to suffer a painful death... and I meant every word with a burning truth.

Newt sighed before he made my skin catch fire by pressing his lips against my forehead, It was like a spell, almost sending me to sleep straight away. I was amazed that no one was surprised to be seeing this, I guess rumours spread fast.

"You believe him? Winston did you see what just happened? Gally's psycho. You can't put too much stock in his rambling nonsense. What, you think Thomas is a griever in disguise?'

Thank you Fry, always manage to say what's on his mind. I sighed as I rubbed my aching wrist. What did Minho say, cold water?

"Least we know you hit like a man"

Newt muttered with no real humour behind his tone as his fingers brushed over my Knuckles. I couldn't help but stare at him, the way his eyes held so much he wouldn't share with his mouth. He kept so much to himself. Had Gally's words gotten to him?

"You're not shameful"

I muttered to myself, it wasn't fair that Gally said that, Newt has been a leader for two days, he doesn't want to be, but Alby put him in second command for a reason.