Griever [Newt V.S Thomas]

V

It was hours before blue eyes opened to reveal almost complete darkness, aside from the bright hues of a camp fire shining through the doorway. It was a nice change, in the girls eyes, to be in a room rather then in the open air where there was nowhere to hide from the beasts that stalked the night.

Her head was spinning, her body aching, but the sheets beneath her supplied some relief to her stinging organs. She breathed out, her chest constricting and causing her to trip up on her breathing and fall into a fit of coughs. Carefully, she lifted herself up into a sitting position, throwing an arm over her stomach as her abdomen shed a painful cry from stretching. Piercing azure eyes glanced downwards, gazing at her bandaged up from in the orange hues that shone into the hut.

Her body wasn't completely attended too, it seemed whomever was dressing her wounds had been scarce with supplies for only her biggest wounds were covered.

Her entire body felt as though it were on fire, as though she had been thrown into the embers of a monstrous flame. Never before had she been a subject to such discontenting pain, but that didn't stop her from getting to her feet. Over the crackling of a distant camp fire, the female could hear the coo of a crowd, laughing and chiming in such cheerily bright voices that the girl almost thought that she was dreaming.

Curiosity got the better of her and soon enough, with small wheezes and whimpers she made her way towards the doorway, her every step being accompanied by a buckle of her knees which often caused her to stumble forward.

Her hand ghosted over the walls, using them as leverage if her body was ever to fall a little too far for comfort.

When the mysterious red-headed girl reached the doorway she cautiously peaked out, her legs giving out from underneath her and causing her to fall in a clutter to the ground. She gasped, clutching onto the edge of the exit and holding herself as if her very life depended on it, her body tense and her eyes wide.

However, as her gaze sought through the darkness to find the source of the flames that had lit up the hut, her body relaxed considerably, her facial expression loosening and becoming far more serene. Around a large campfire stood a large amount of boys, all sharing in the company of one another as they cheered over another night of (what she believed) being alive, they were surprisingly happy despite their surroundings, that being that large walls around them, although all of the entrances and exits were blocked off.

She wondered half heartedly how long she had been asleep but the thought dispersed as she caught sight of him. The one she had seen before she had fallen over unconscious.

He was standing, a bottle in his hand which he was taking occasional swigs out of, although each time his face would scrunch up in distaste - it made her wonder why he would continue drinking such a thing. He sat beside a dark coloured man, who, even from how far away she was, looked dashingly handsome and strong. He held himself high, as though permanently on alert and ready for anything that could possibly come his way. Despite being rigid, the male let out a silent laugh that she couldn't quite hear over the other cackles and chatter before patting the blonde beside him on the back and snatching away the bottle, wandering towards one of the other members of his group.

Her eyes followed the large man for a moment before returning to the blonde headed boy, only to notice that he seemed to be looking directly at her, his eyes squinted as though trying to decide if she was a shadow or not. He cocked his head to the side and she held her breath, wanting nothing more than to disappear from his intense gaze. When he finally shrugged his shoulder and turned away she used the time that she had to scramble back into the hut, not trusting her legs to aid her she kept to crawling, dragging herself over the dusty ground and towards the stretcher, lifting herself up and back onto the sheets.

"I knew you were awake!"

She almost squealed, her body going rigid and her fingers loosing their grip around the bed, sending her crashing to the floor - an outcome that she was getting rather tired of.

"Oh! Crap, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you!" The owner of the voice rushed over, blonde tendrils falling over dark eyes as he crouched down before the girl, his pale features alight with concern, his lean hand reaching out to her but not touching her porcelain skin; never touching.

She stared at him, her back digging into the hand made bed behind her, she seemed to shrink away from him, unsure and weary of his movements. Newt seemed to notice this, his lips pursing as he awkwardly dropped his hand, although he remained crouched before her. His eyes darted off to the side, one hand combing through his messy blonde tendrils.

"I-I didn't expect you to wake up so quickly, it has only been about 12 hours, Clint, the guy who treated you, said that he thought you might rest up for a few days." He babbled, returning his almost black looking eyes to her own bright blue ones. "You really are full of surprises, aren't you?" He mustered up a smile which quickly fell once it wasn't returned.

The air between them became uncomfortable, and Newt seemed rather discontent with the silence that dwelled between them. "To be honest, I didn't expect to see you again, I mean, not any regular person makes it through a night in The Maze, you must be pretty incredible, I'm actually quite shocked. You seem so fragile and-"

"Thank you."

Newt raised a brow, his heart skipping an uncharacteristic beat at the sound of her whispered voice. He swallowed thickly, biting the edge of his lips. "For what?"

"You waited for me."

His cheeks dusted a gentle shade of crimson that was invisible to the naked eye in the dull lighting.

"I-It's not that big of a deal."

Her hand caught his and the poor blonde almost jumped, his eyes widening in keen surprise.

"It is a big deal to me. So thank you. . . Er. ."

He held his breath. "Newt. . ."

The smallest of smiles pulled at the corners of her lips, her hand squeezing his gently.

"Thank you, Newt."