Newt's Girl-The Final

Chapter 9

He tightens at first like he's confused about the events that just occurred and how we got here. But then he places his hands firmly on my waist and I sigh with relief against his mouth.

"We can't." He breathes.

"Why not?" I demand, shifting to look at his eyes.

"I don't know. I feel normal now, I don't understand."

I smile widely, "You can fight this Newt. And I'm gonna stick by your side."

He seems to accept that answer for now and momentarily closes his eyes.

"I don't hear it anymore. Before I could when you walked in but he wasn't in control. But now I can't."

"I know it's okay. I know I'm sorry." I try and soothe him. He leans back with a small smile and I'm surprise he's even willing to look at me.

He scrunches his face and then picks me up and throws me down gently on the newly made bed his head hovering over my  stomach. He's being playful but I know he's only doing this to check out my injuries without me fighting him on it. I owe him this much so I try to not squirm at his feathery light touch. He brushes down my side with one hand placing a small kiss on my ribs before looking at the almost invisible gash on my arm. He probes my neck with delicate fingers, looking for any reaction on my part to figure out how much pain I'm in. He knows I'd lie to him if I were in any but right now I'm perfectly content with him and me alone in this space and our time together.

He puts his head in the crook of my neck breathing in my scent like it's what's keeping him alive and sane, "I'm so sorry."

Seeing me beat up hurts him more than me actually getting beat up, "I forgave you before it happened. I forgave you for everything when I fell in love."

He accepts this, "I'm gonna find you a new shirt to wear since I destroyed the old one."He smiles a small smile at me but it doesn't reach his sad eyes as he leaves me. Once he does the cool air around me feels unwelcome.

He comes back with a plain black T-shirt that must have been stored in the cock pit.

"I've had a lot of time to think." He pauses, "Do you remember when you got shot? And I stitched your wound?"

I nodded my head, "How could I forget?"

"Well, that night when you were sleeping Minho came up and we talked to one another. We talked about how I killed the cranks in the sewer and I almost killed the one in the alley way afterwards."

I tense, what's he's getting at?

"Carly, I didn't view the Cranks as people. I was worried you did and that you would hate me and thank god you don't but I view them that way. And the same applies for me."

"Newt. You weren't like that. I could still see you in there."

He paces in front of me, "What if it wasn't? What if you just wanted it to be so you made up things? Carly even if I was, I wasn't human."

"Newt."

"Stop saying my name! Like it's gonna make me remember it when this happens again."

"If this happens again." I correct and he glares at me with a pointed look, "Newt I know that's you're excuse now but what if someone without the Flare came and killed me? I honestly know that I would kill a crank for you. I would kill someone in at the city for you. This has nothing to do with the flare and you know it."

He looks down knowing I'm right but still not wanting to get close to me.

"You said you feel better. Those things don't happen to other people with the Flare."