AN: Sorry it took a bit longer. The chapter is a bit longer though. I hope you like it!

-Sir

Two weeks earlier

Checking and rechecking that Minho hadn't followed me, I climbed the vines. They didn't reach the top of the wall. But it would be enough. It had to be enough. I took deep, shuddering breaths. I realized I was crying. But soon I would stop. Everything would stop. All I had to do was let go. I looked down. This would be a way out, a way to make everything that was causing me pain go away.

I heard footsteps. Someone was running towards me. I was sure it was Minho. I took a final breath, then closed my eyes...and let go of the vines.

"Newt!"

Newt POV

I'd heard her scream. I assumed it was Sam, I didn't know of anyone else it could be. I would've rushed over, but at this moment it hurt too much. I could barely walk, I didn't know if I could take seeing her again right now. Not when I was this weak. The other day she'd started muttering in her sleep. Alby thought it might be a good sign; that she'd be waking up soon. It was the only thing she'd done in...well, a while. Not to mention it almost sounded like words, which made the rest of them think she might be able to talk when she woke up. But I couldn't do it. I had to stop getting my hopes up every time she so much as flinched. That was part of the reason they made me go out and walk around. It was a distraction. The other part...but I didn't want to think about that.

Someone placed their hand on my shoulder. I didn't bother looking up and shrugged him off. It had to be Jeff, he must want to know how my leg's feeling. He was starting to get on my nerves, him checking in every ten minutes like he thinks I'll go mental if I'm by myself. It'll never heal, there's no use in acting like it will.

"Bugger off, Jeff. I've still got to walk by the Gardens." I muttered. He grabbed my arm to turn me around. I moved to push his hand off.

"I said-" I stopped mid sentence. I blinked rapidly, frozen to the spot. It was not Jeff. It was most definitely not Jeff. It was Sam. I stared at her in shock. I couldn't believe this. It couldn't be real. This couldn't...her hand was still on my arm. My hand was still placed over hers. Sam was really awake. And she was standing in front of me.

"You're...I..." I managed. Bloody hell, it'd been too long since I'd talked to a girl.

Breaking out of my trance, I hugged her tightly. Sam wrapped her arms around me, burying her face in the crook of my neck. I kissed the top of her head, then moved back so I could look at her. She looked up at me, her lovely green eyes practically sparking in the sun. I gently guided her face up towards mine, then leaned down and kissed her, trying to put everything I felt for her into that one brilliant moment. Reluctantly, I pulled back. Unfortunately, breathing is important.

Sam was biting her lip. I smiled back at her. She was so bloody cute when she did that. Then I realized she must've been nervous. Had I done something to make her nervous? Sam looked at the ground, her loose, dark curls falling into her face. I brought her chin up and brushed her hair back, my hands on either side of her face. Sam took a deep breath.

"H-hi." She said. Said! Coming from her, it was the loveliest thing I'd ever heard.

"You...your voice..." I marveled. Her face fell.

"S-s-sorry..." Sam stuttered. She'd thought I didn't like it.

"No, No, I..." I'd wanted to hear her voice for so long and now that I had, all I wanted to do was cover her mouth. Not being able think of the words, I pulled her in closer and crashed my lips against hers in a bruising kiss. After a moment of surprise, she returned the affection. Bloody hell, I'd missed her so much. I'd missed...this, truthfully. Then (reluctantly, I'll definitely admit that again) I pulled away. Only just enough for me to rest my forehead on hers. Her arms were against my chest, her hands on my neck.

"Sam?" I spoke up. Her gorgeous green eyes gazed up at me. I grinned.

"Newt?" She replied. My smile grew wider. Hearing my name come from her lips was the most perfect thing I could've imagined. I wanted to kiss those lips again so much.

"Your-your voice is-it's beautiful." I murmured. A blush rose to her face at the compliment. I loved making her blush.

"And you sound a right lot better than I did just now." I whispered. Sam bit back another smile.

She laughed softly. I'd missed her laugh. I'd almost forgotten it. I moved one of my hands to her lower back, about to pull her in for another kiss.

"Hey Newt, are you-oh, sorry." Unwillingly, I stepped back from Sam. It was Henry, the new MedJack. Henry looked at Sam.

"So that's where you went." He said. Sam nodded, her smile lighting up her face. God, I'd missed her smile.

"I couldn't really read the...the signals thing, but I guess he was who you were asking about. I mean, I got like a couple words but..." He drifted off.

"You were asking about me, were you love?" I teased Sam, who blushed. I loved making her do that. I wrapped my arms around her. Sam relaxed into my arms and I rested my head on top of hers. She was still here. She was awake. Henry smiled.

"Sorry for..." He started, then shook his head. "Dinner's about ready. You two loveshanks better get in there before the Runners come back and eat everything on the tables."

Henry headed off to dinner. I glanced down at Sam. I moved to look at her.

"He's right, we should get some food in you." I told her. "Come on, then."

I took her hand and we walked towards dinner. Then I stopped her.

"Wait, before we go in..." I paused, unsure how to phrase my next words. I didn't know if she knew how long she'd been in a unconscious.

"How long do you think you've been...out?" I asked her. She frowned.

"The way Henry was talking, at least a month." She answered dismally. I sighed softly. I would've liked to hear her voice again. If we're being honest, considering it was new to her she probably forgot she could talk. Or maybe she was just starting with smaller sentences. Or maybe it hurt. I didn't want her to talk if it hurt. But she didn't know, and that was another problem.

"Um, well, yes-it was a bit more than that, I'll get to that, but I...listen, what I was trying to say is," I stumbled. "There are some...look, Alby and I thought it best not to mention you to the Greenie just in case they got the wrong idea. Not to say that it was some big secret but I just wanted you to be-aware, I suppose, of how he might react when we-when they see you." I finished. She stared at me. I'd been rambling. I sighed, running a hand through my hair. She pursed her lips.

"Why are you so worried about Henry? He seems nice." Sam asked.

"What?" I questioned, confused. "What's wrong with Henry?"

"Newt...how long was I...out?" Sam tried, upset. I swallowed.

"Well," I started. "If you think about it, the numbers are really small. I mean, one...what's one? It's not that big. It comes after two-I mean, before two...sure, if you're looking at strictly numbers you could say it's a bit less than two, but really. I mean...two months? What are we even-"

"Two months?" She exclaimed. I winced.

"Barely." I confessed, watching her for another bad reaction. "We get the next Greenie tomorrow."

Sam stared at me, taking it all in, then she nodded. I breathed a sigh of relief. It was quiet for a moment.

"Yes." I answered. "And now we've got Jared and Henry. You've only met Henry and I can only hope you avoid meeting Jared...actually, come to think of it, I think he goes by Jerry or something weird like that, I don't..." I trailed off.

Sam raised an eyebrow.

"Why?" I guessed. She nodded. "I don't know, maybe he just likes...oh. You probably meant...let's just say he's not very nice. To put it nicely." I responded. "Are you up for dinner? You should eat."

"A-l-b-y said dinner was _." Sam answered. "So yes." I blinked. I'd gotten rusty and I missed the last few words. Not to mention the switching around was a bit off-putting.

"Good. Brilliant." I managed. Then I took her hand again and the two of us walked through the doors.