(NOTE: CHAPTERS ARE CURRENTLY BEING EDITED)
In which Teresa wasn't the first girl to come up in the box...
*This is a NewtxOC fanfic*
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Emma wakes up in a dark box, starting her new life with only memories of her name and a boy named Thomas...
the g...
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Guess my mind is a prison
And I'm never gonna get out
So, they tranquilized me
Analyzed me
Threw me back in my cage
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Emma winced as Jeff dabbed the cotton swab against the gash on her forehead. She hissed in pain, flinching away for what felt like the hundredth time that day. Jeff sighed in frustration, trying to keep her still.
"This will go a lot quicker if you'd stop moving," Jeff grumbled, his patience wearing thin.
"Easy for you to say, you're not the one getting dabbed with alcohol," Emma shot back, her voice hoarse from the strain of Ben's earlier attack. She coughed, wincing at the pain in her throat, while Jeff rolled his eyes and continued cleaning the wound with firm, deliberate motions.
Chuck sat beside her, nervously swinging his legs and glancing at Alby, who stood by the door, arms crossed.
His attention kept shifting between Emma and the room next door, where Ben's angry grunts and muttered curses filtered through the thin walls. Clint, Newt, and Gally were inside, trying to control him.
"There, all done," Jeff finally said, placing a large white bandage on Emma's head. He gave her a thumbs-up before turning to Alby.
"Her wounds are patched up, and the rest is just bruising," Jeff explained. "She'll be fine, but I recommend she take it easy for a few days. Resting her voice is especially important, don't want her to damage those vocal cords any more than they already are."
"Oh, that'll be tough for her," Newt teased as he walked into the room, just as they'd finally managed to calm Ben. His tone was playful, but the worry still lingered in his eyes, betraying the lighter words.
Gally trailed in behind him, arms crossed over his chest and a deep scowl etched onto his face. His glare was icy as he fixed his gaze on Emma, making no effort to hide his distrust.
Emma rolled her eyes at Newt's comment, and with a smirk, she tossed a bag of cotton swabs at him. He ducked out of the way just in time, the swabs landing harmlessly on the floor behind him.
"Great. Now that she's patched up, why don't you tell us what you did to Ben?" Gally snapped, his voice sharp as a knife. His eyes narrowed accusingly at Emma. "It's obvious this is your fault. You're the reason he's like this."
Newt's expression darkened, and he let out a frustrated sigh. "Really, Gally?" he muttered, shaking his head. The tension in the room thickened as Emma clenched her fists, trying to keep her cool while Gally's words settled heavily in the air.
