AN: When I was actually keeping up with this story, I wrote chapters ahead of time to give myself space in case I got writer's block and I finally found the chapters I misplaced when I got a new computer….. which is why I put writing this on pause for a super long time cause I lost like seven chapters. So it's been basically forever and you guys are probably only getting like a few more chapters, but even if this doesn't get completed I still wanna post the stuff I have so you guys can at least see it. Hope you like it!

Newt POV

Ben.

Ben loved Sam. That was what I didn't understand. Ben was one of Sam's best friends. Now, he had just tried to kill her with his bare hands. I suppressed a shudder. Sam. What if we hadn't made it in time? What if...what if she hadn't made it? If she had died out there? If Ben had...but I couldn't think about that.

What could he possibly have seen during the Changing to make him into that monster? What had he seen that had driven him to madness? More pressing, why hadn't it happened to Sam? She seemed...well, not fine. Far from it I'd say. But she appeared to be far more sane than Ben. What if she went mental?

We were all sitting in the MedJack tent, and I watched as Henry looked over Sam. Well, truth be told I was focused on Sam and the countless cuts and bruises that she now possessed. The injuries seemed to color every inch of her skin. Continuing to hold her hand in mine, my thumb ran back and forth over the top of her hand. Gently. Her hand was cut up just like the rest of her. My hand brushed her sleeve and she winced. I frowned and carefully pushed it up. A bracelet of bruises encircled her wrist. I reached over and gently pushed up her other sleeve. Matching set.

Thomas, conveniently, seemed relatively unscathed save for a few scrapes. He was looking at Sam like he was about to start crying, which was how I felt. Seeing it on him made me feel incredibly uncomfortable. He barely knew her and even if he was just guilty, her shouldn't look that upset. But the fact that he looked like he was about to be sick as well made me feel a bit of sympathy towards him. He seemed like a nice bloke, other than the fact that he had left my girlfriend for dead in the woods.

"Yeah, I think these'll need to be stitched. It looks pretty bad." Henry said, examining the cut on the side of Sam's head. Sam had pulled her hair back to give him better access to her injuries. He reached for the materials to clean and sew up her cut. "You're probably lucky it wasn't worse."

"She's still hurt." I stated, scowling. "Badly. And he wasn't even after her."

Henry glanced at Thomas.

To his credit, Thomas still looked thoroughly distressed about the whole ordeal. As he should. At the very least he'd had the sense to go get help, God knows what the rest of them would have done. I glanced back at Sam. Henry started to clean the blood off her skin. I frowned. I would've liked Clint or maybe Jeff to handle it seeing as they'd been at it longer, but they were both on lunch. Personally, I felt this sort of thing had precedence over a sandwich but apparently not. I watched carefully.

"I'm not a real doctor, I'm being safe." Henry frowned. "Head wounds bleed a lot, and without the right equipment I can't tell if it's serious." Sam shifted. She moved like she was about to sign something or maybe say something but Henry stopped her, angling her face back towards his. She tensed.

"Don't move." He scolded. Sam nodded, her eyes wide.

"Your head." Henry sighed. "Don't move your head. Or anything else, for that matter." He finished, and reached to get the needle and thread out of the first aid kit. They barely provided us with any civilization, but that we have. I suppose they thought it'd be nice to let us hurt ourselves with tiny sewing knives. I should've said that out loud. Maybe Sam would've laughed. Sam looked anxious. Rightfully so, I should think. I squeezed her hand.

"It'll be okay, alright love?" I assured her. She nodded. Henry, who was still trying to thread the needle, groaned.

"Okay, new rule." He announced, glaring at me. "Nobody talk. Nobody." Henry tied a knot at the end of the thread then held her head in place so he could close the cut. We sat in silence as he stitched the wound shut. It seemed to take forever. I couldn't imagine how it must've felt for Sam. She was squeezing my hand the entire time.

"I know it's hard, but don't cringe like that." Henry commanded. "Keep your face relaxed." Easy for him to say. He hadn't just been attacked by one of his close friends. Finally Henry finished, pulling the needle away and tying it off. The stitches were near her hairline and surprisingly neat. If I hadn't known they were there, I might not have noticed. Henry let go of Sam and she relaxed. She glanced at Thomas, worried, then looked over at me. I tried to look reassuring, but she bit her lip and focused on the ground. I let go of her hand and wrapped an arm around her, letting her lean into me. She rested her head on my shoulder and I kissed the top of her head. Henry scowled.

"If you mess up her stitches you're in trouble." He threatened. "Big trouble." I nodded. Henry left the tent, taking Thomas with him. I looked over her again.

"You're sure you're okay."

"'M not dead." She mumbled.

"That's always good." I offered lightly. Sam gave a short, quiet laugh. I squeezed her shoulders.

"Let's get you some rest, yeah?"

"...okay."