Second Time Around // Newt x Reader

7

"Is that more noses?" The women asked. Looking at you.

"No." You said.

"Really? I think that is."

"No, it isn't."

"Yes, it is." The man said. They both came closer to you.

The women started playing with your hair and the man bent down to your face. He started poking your nose repeatedly.

"Noses, noses. Pretty noses. Noses, noses, noses, noses. Pretty, pretty, noses." The man kept singing.

The women started to dig her finger nails into your scalp and your neck.

"HELP!" You screamed.

"Shut it, noses!" The women said, "We just want your nose! That's all! Nothing attached.

"HELP ME!"

The women pushed harder on your scalp and neck. The man started to dig his nails into your stomach and side.

You cried out in pain.

"We aren't hurting you that bad." The man said with a smirk.

"HELP! PLEASE!" You cried again.

"SHUT UP!" The women said and push harder.

"PLEASE!"

"Hey!" You heard a familiar voice say. "Get off her!"

"More noses! She lied!" The man said digging his nails deeper into your stomach and side making you cry out again.

"Stop! Please!" You said.

Alby and Minho each tackled one person. Newt and Thomas were at your side in and instant.

"(Y/N)! Bloody hell. What happened?" Newt asked franticly looking at your wound. He looked helpless and guilty.

"Well, that idiot came out of nowhere, wrapping his arms around me. He tackled me and said he wanted to take my nose. Then that other idiot came out of nowhere and started playing with my hair and digging her nails into my scalp and neck. Then you shanks come and start beating the crap out of them - finally."

Newt actually cracked a smile. Something you thought you would never see.

"Wait. Did he call you noses?" Thomas asked.

"Yeah. He didn't have a nose. And if he did, I don't think he would have it anymore." You said looking at Minho, who was still beating the living crap out of a dead guy.

"Hey! Minho! He's dead!" Thomas called to him.

Newt touched one of the wounds on your side gently. Pain shot from all the finger holes in your body. You cried out in pain.

Newt jerked his hand back. "I'm pretty sure that's infected."

"Ow." Was all you said.

Minho was standing behind Newt, "If any more of those things come out, I'm gonna beat the shuck out of them."

"And I wont try to stop you." You said trying to hold in a scream. "Freaking. . . Ow."

"Stop moving and it wont hurt as much." Thomas said. "I've been shot and had an infection from that. I know how it is."

You tried to stop moving, but your body trembled. For no particular reason. You couldn't stop it though.

"Can you walk?" Alby asked.

"Maybe. If I could get up." You replied.

Newt and Thomas helped you sit up, it took a butt load of effort not to scream in pain. You got half way up then pain shot from your ankle.

"Put me down." You said.

They sat you back down and you looked at your ankle. You were sure that it was defiantly not supposed to bend that way.

Thomas followed your gaze. "That doesn't look good."

"Yeah, no. It doesn't." You said.

You could feel Newt's eyes on you. You must have looked horrible but, you know what? You really didn't care at that moment. You were in too much pain to think about what you looked like. The only part of your body you were afraid of the way it looked was, your ankle.

"Then I guess that's a no on if you could walk." Minho said.

"Bring her to the Med-Jack hut." Alby said.

Minho and Thomas picked you up as gently as possible while Newt watched. You knew what he was doing.

Don't you dare go looking for more of those things. You said to him in your mind.

There Cranks and I am just going to look around. I'm not going to throw myself into a pit of them. He said back.

Fine, but don't get killed.

That's all your gonna say?

Well, what do you want me to say?

Nothing.

You could see what he wanted to tell you. And you wanted to say it right back to him.

I love you.