It had been three days since he fell. It still hurt in places, mostly his leg as he still couldn't walk yet. It's not that he couldn't, Thomas just wouldn't let him. Said he needed as much rest as he could get until he had to work in the gardens again. Newt laughed at the thought, then cringed since he was on his own with nothing to laugh about.
Thomas is still on his run, he thought.
Newt tried to get up and walk around so he didn't become lazy, but the second he tried to balance himself, he slipped onto the floor- where he seemed to stay for the next hour or two.
Newt hadn't tried to walk after that, but had given up altogether. Thomas visited less and less.At first, Newt was worried but he soon got used to it.Why would he want to waste his time on me, anyway, Newt thought. Of course, the boy has better things to do than nursing for a sick, wimpy boy who can't even deal with the fact that we're here. In reality, however, Alby had told Thomas to focus on being a Runner more since he was slacking, which ended up taking more time than either of them would've wanted.
Newt looked about the med jack hut where he had been bed-bound. There was a girl in a coma on the bed opposite him; the only girl in the glade. From what he knew, her name was Teresa, and for some reason, he was slightly jealous of this unconscious girl. The problem was, he didn't know why.
Later that day, Thomas walked in, a smug smile plastered across his face. Newt's face lit up at the sight of his goofy boyfriend once again. However, he looked towards him questioningly as he walked towards Teresa's bed. He sat in the chair next to her and held her hand for a good minute or two; his eyes closed, as if he was deep in concentration. Without even looking in his direction, Thomas left, and with that, Newt let the salty tears drop down his face yet again.
Sorry my chapters are so short, but there's more impact this way. thanks guys xxx