When I woke up, yet again in the med-jack's care, Newt was fast asleep on the chair besides me. He looked so peaceful when he slept, his chest rising and falling at a steady pace. I was about to wake him to see where I should go but he looked so tired, the bags stood out clearly under his eyes.
I swung my legs over the bed, preparing myself to get up. The sun was only beginning to rise outside, so by my guess it was early in the morning. Just as I stood up, I felt all the blood rush to my head and the instant pain from being hit with a shovel return. Once again I was on the floor, a loud 'thump' erupting as I landed.
Across the room Newt jerked awake at the sudden noise, looking around frantically for the source. When his eyes focused on me, slumped on the floor, he rushed over helping me up.
"Oh shuck, Brooke are you alright?" he asked.
"Yeah, I need to stop getting injured, jeez." I said rubbing my head and sitting back on the bed next to Newt.
"You has us all worried, Brooke," Newt said, his face solemn and serious. I tried to smile at him, but he wasn't reassured.
"Yeah…um…sorry about that. What happened anyway?"
"Adam, that shank, accidently hit you with a shovel. In the head." The venom in Newt's voice was clear and he clenched his hands tightly. I lightly placed my hands over his to calm him.
"Newt, it's okay. I'm fine, see," I motion to myself showing that I was clearly fine.
Newt shook his head, "I know, it's just I worry and I just…I'm sorry." He looked down and stared at the floor, his gaze hard enough to break ice.
"Look, let's go and get breakfast and start this day alright?" I chirp, determined to gets Newt's spirits up.
"Sure," Newt mumbled and we made our way to the kitchens.
When we arrive at the kitchens, Alby is already there, sitting at a table and moving his leg up and down impatiently.
"There you are, shank," Alby exclaims. "Ya feeling any better?"
"I'm fine," I reply, getting bored of replying to that same question again and again.
"Good that, Frypan saved you some bacon. I left it on the table for you," Ably mutters before walking off into the distance.
"Take a seat Greenie!" Newt says, a huge grin spread across his face.
"What's gotten you in a good mood," I pause before adding "shank," onto the end.
This clearly just fuels Newt's grin as he chuckles, the sound of his voice echoing around the empty room. I can't help but think of how angelic and gentle that voice is…wait stop Brooklyn! I filter those thoughts out of my head as I question Newt's peculiar behaviour.
"Seriously, what is it?"
"Glader slang does not sound good coming from your mouth," he explains, finally starting to stop laughing.
"Whatever," I say as I look down at my bacon pretending to sulk.
"Oh come on greenie, I didn't mean it," Newt says leaning over to put his hand on my shoulder. But before he can see it coming, I reach for my glass of water and chuck it in his face, a huge grin spread across my face. The shock is immediate on Newts face as he wipes his eyes with the brim of his shirt.
"Revenge is so sweet," I say taking a bite of bacon.
"Oh greenie, you've made a big mistake," he says smirking. I reach to finish the rest of my bacon but I am lifted from the ground, the sensation of flying filling my limbs yet I am unable to move from Newt's grasp as I am slung over his shoulder.
"Newt! Stop it! Put me down!" I plead, hitting my fists onto his back.
"Not gonna happen, sweetheart."
"Pretty please?" I ask, but Newt just retaliates by tickling me. I can't stop laughing, and a few gladers turn around to see what the fuss is but just roll their eyes before returning back to their daily jobs. I treasure the moment, Newt & I laughing as if we've been friends for years.
I abruptly stop laughing when I feel a strange pain in my stomach. Newt slowly stops tickling me wondering why my laughter has stopped when the odd sensation comes back.
"Newt, put me down," my voice sounds urgent and Newt catches on, quickly but softly putting me back onto solid ground.
"What's wrong Brooke?" Newt's concerned eyes staring into mine. I press my hands to my stomach when the kicking doesn't stop. Wait, kicking?
"Brooke? Hello? What's wrong?" Newt starting to panic next to me.
The next kick is even stronger which makes me double over, Newt supporting me and helping me sit down.
"I think the baby is kicking," I manage to gasp out.
Newt begins to ease, but still supports me as we sit on the grass. I lean into him, hoping it will pass soon.
"Does it hurt?" Newt asks.
"A little," I respond. "Here," I take his hand and put it on my stomach, the bump now fairly prominent. I see him blush slightly, but pretend not to see, the baby kicks again and I watch Newt's face intently to see his reaction.
"Wow," he says, his face in pure shock and awe.
"I know," I simply say as I lean into him even more.
So we finally have an update 2 months later... I'm so sorry I haven't updated, I was really busy with school and then i just totally forgot! But to be honest i've been really stumped as to what can happen next. I have a rough idea but i'm having trouble filling it all out. So if you guys have any ideas at all, or anything you want included please just leave a review of PM me! I would love to know!
Thank you to anyone who is still reading this and reading my story, it means a lot.
I'm so sorry again and i will try to get another chapter up this week before i go on holiday on Friday. Sorry it's not that long but i hope you enjoyed! Thank you!