I am so so so sorry that it's taken me so long to update!! It's been nearly a month! I was sick for a week and didn't write at all during that time and I've been super busy in between that. Once again, I'm so sorry! And just when I was getting to update frequently! I'm going to try to update again in a week and maybe set a schedule for myself. Anyway, enjoy!

No one was injured today, so we clean until lunch and Clint lets me go after that. Newt tends to have lots of free time so we end up hanging out together in his room after dinner. We mostly laid down and talked, stealing occasional kisses. He currently had his head in my lap and I was toying with his hair. Earlier, he laughed when I asked him if I could braid it but allowed me to anyway. I could play with his hair forever; it was amazingly soft and just the right length for me to run my fingers through it.

Newt kept looking like he was about to fall asleep, his eyes fluttering down lazily before opening back up. I smile down at him, thoroughly enjoying the sight of him so relaxed. Whenever I caught glances of him during the day while he was working, his face was rigid in concentration. He always looked so deep in thought, but now his mind appeared empty and peaceful.

I didn't want to get up, but the sun had already set and unless I wanted to be tired all day tomorrow, I had to get ready for bed. I scoot backward and Newt sits up and turns to face me.

"I'm going to get dressed for bed," I say, my voice higher than a whisper but not as loud as usual. He nods and gives me a light kiss.

"Goodnight, love," he says and smiles. He'd never called me that before, and I loved the way it sounded. I smile and kiss him again.

"Goodnight," I say back before heading out to the bathroom to brush my teeth. I return to my room and slip into a pair of freshly washed pajamas, delivered to me this morning by the Sloppers. I lazily finger comb my hair before pulling it up into a loose bun to keep it off of my face as I sleep. Then I slip into bed and allow myself to drift off to sleep.

I immediately freeze, out of both fear and astonishment. If they could kill that boy, they could kill me. I want to look away from the fresh blood splatters on the walls, but my muscles and bones feel locked into place, me eyes glued on the motionless boy. Tears silently make their way down my face in streaks, welling in my eyes before spilling and clouding my vision.

It feels as though my body is vibrating in uncontrollable tremors. They just killed him because he disobeyed an order, I think to myself, terrified beyond belief. Like he was just disposable.

I awake suddenly once again, wrapped in Newts comforting arms. "Hey, its alright, love," he whispers softly. "It was just a dream." I instantly relax upon this realization and sink into Newt's hold. "Go back to sleep." I didn't even know I was shaking until I began to stop. I slow my breathing and shut my eyes, slipping into a blissful sleep.

The first thing I see when I wake up is Newt's smiling face, his gaze locked on me. I instantly smile back and lean forward to place a soft kiss on his lips. "Good morning, love," he says. My heart flutters at the sound of the nickname. I don't think I'll ever get used to waking up like this.

"Good morning," I say back. "We should probably get up," he says and sits up. I sigh. If I could stay here with Newt forever, I would. But I can't. I give him one more kiss before pushing the covers off of my body and stepping out of bed. Newt does the same before walking towards me and pulling me into a tight hug, lightly kissing my forehead before his lips land on mine. We both pull away, breaking the embrace.

"I'll see you at breakfast," he says, giving me one last kiss on the cheek before leaving. Once he shuts the door behind him, I slip out of my night clothes and into a simple pair of pants and a t-shirt. I comb the tangles out of my hair before pulling it into a simple braid, a hairstyle that had become common for me to wear. Then I head out to the bathroom, splashing water over my face and brushing my teeth.

I head out to breakfast and take a seat next to Newt, who smiles when he sees me walking toward the table. I can't help but smile back. My giddiness fades a bit when I'm reminded of my nerves. As dumb as it sounded, it made me nervous to think about anyone other than Newt and I to know about our relationship. I didn't want it to be a secret, but teasing was sure to ensue once everyone found out. Surprisingly, though, no one commented at breakfast, which was nice.

After I finish eating, I head to the med-room to find Clint and Jeff already there, wiping down each table. They smile and greet me with a "good morning" before returning to their work. I grab a towel as well and begin with my own work. I feel as if I'm floating on air, my mind never leaving the thought of Newt. It seemed as if everything went from hopeless to perfect in an instant. All day, I daydream of a life outside of the Maze. I fantasize about living in a little house with Newt, complete with a garden and maybe even a little pond out back, surrounded with big sturdy trees complete with branches low enough to climb.

I think about going to see a movie, playing carnival games, standing under the rain and splashing in puddles and any other normal person think I can think of. Everything a normal person does, I want to do. Sleeping in, driving, riding a bike. Everything. I wanted my problems to be my phone being dead or being late to an event, not hideous creatures and wondering if I'll ever escape this place alive. That thought makes me frown, but more thoughts of a little house in the woods bring my smile back.

I'm broken from my thoughts when I catch Jeff staring at me, but he just smiles. "You seem happy today, Amy," he says.

"Yeah, I guess I am," I reply nonchalantly and continue to clean. I get a break from the scrubbing when Frypan enters, his hand burned from making lunch. I apply a bit of aloe and bandage it up before returning to my work. Half an hour later, lunch is ready and Clint releases us, seeing as though there are no more patients today.

Once again, I seat myself beside Newt. He squeezes my hand under the table and I smile at the gesture. Our fingers remain interlocked throughout the entire meal, Newt absentmindedly trailing his thumb over the back of my hand. I make conversation with others at the table until I'm finished with my food. "I'm going to get some work done in the gardens," Newt says once he's finished. "I'll see you at dinner." And with that he heads off. A bit unsure of what exactly to do before dinner, I make my way to my room to find something to keep me occupied.

I end up spending time making my bed perfectly, folding all of my clothes neatly, dusting every bed frame and nightstand and making sure that everything is in it's place. This unfortunately takes almost no time as my room was already pretty clean before I began. I sigh and spend the rest of my time laying on the bed and staring at the ceiling. Not the most efficient way to pass time, as it seems to make everything go slower. I don't really have any other options, though. There isn't a television and there aren't any books.

I think I remember Newt telling me that they asked the Creators for a TV once but never received one. He never said anything about books, though, so maybe that was worth a shot. Then I remember seeing paper in Newt's room, scattered all over his desk. I had never looked to see what was on the pages. Maybe drawings done to pass time. I make a mental note to ask Newt for some paper and a pencil at dinner. I don't know if I'm any good at drawing as I don't remember ever trying. I wonder what my handwriting looks like. Or if I can write at all. I think I can and I'm pretty sure I can read.

I smile. Even if I'm not good at drawing, I could always get better. I'm probably going to have a lot of time to pass as being a Medjack doesn't really require a lot of work unless someone's injured. Bandaging wounds, maintaining the Medroom and putting away new supplies is all I really have to do. And that work is broken up between three people. Bringing my thoughts back to dinner, I glance out the window and the color of the sky tells me that it's nearly dinner time. Smiling, I head out to eat.

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~Ava