Count On Me ➵ Newt [1]

FIFTEEN | thomas

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Alby took the new kid on a tour around the Glade, though neither of them didn't seemed very excited about it. I watched the two walk around the Glade at the entrance to the Homestead, my arms folded across my chest. There were no patients so far, so I was free for the time being. 

Suddenly, I felt two strong arms wrapped around me from behind, and my muscles instinctively tensed up until I realized it was only Newt.

"Hey," I greeted, looking up at him as he hugged me. "I didn't know the second-in-command was allowed to slack off on his job."

"Morn' to you too," Newt grumbled, though I knew he wasn't really annoyed. "Can't I spend time with my lovely girl for a few moments?"

I chuckled and leaned back into him, feeling the warmth of his skin course through me. He rested his head on mine, and we stayed that way for a while, just enjoying each other's presence. We watched together as Alby and the Greenie walked around the Fields, conversing in short, curt sentences as they watched the Track-hoes at work.

"Hey, I have a question," Newt said suddenly.

"Yeah?" I said.

"I wanted to ask you for a long time - I can never decide what colour your eyes are. I mean, they look green sometimes, but brown on some days. What colour are they exactly?"

I shrugged. "I dunno. They could be hazel, I guess. Why?"

"They just remind a lot of nature, they way they sometimes shift from a nice fresh shade of green to a warm brown."

I leaned my head against his chest and glanced up at him with a smirk. "Wow, ever thought about becoming a poet?"

"Shut up."

I chuckled. "Get back to work, blondie. Gotta set a good example to Greenie over there."

"Good that. Say, have you seen Chuck? Alby told me to fetch the little bugger."

"He should be in the bathrooms now, cleaning the toilets or something."

"Alright, thanks. See ya later, Rose."

"See ya, blondie."

I watched as he jogged away to the creaky wooden building at the edge of the Glade, where the toilets and shower stalls were, his limp slowing him down a little. Chuck emerged from the building, an old mop and a dirty rag in his hands as he followed Newt to where Alby and the Greenie were with a questionning gaze. 

A boy with messy black hair and a trademark smirk sauntered up to me and I raised my eyebrows at him, noticing how he was limping as he walked.

"Mark?" I asked. "What is it this time?"

"Um, would you be surprised if I say I cut my leg in the Bloodhouse?" he said.

I sighed, and gestured him into the Homestead. "For klunk's sake, Mark, can you please be a little more careful next time?"

"Hey, it's not my fault this round!" He protested as he followed me into one of the medic rooms. "Winston dropped his stupid knife while chopping up some pig meat and it just so happened to land on my foot!"

"Right, I'm sure that's what had happened," I rolled my eyes, though I couldn't help but smile. 

Mark was usually one of my more frequent customers. It was practically impossible to go by an entire week without him needing medical attention - no matter how minor - from me, Jeff and Clint.

I pulled out a roll of bandages from the storage room and cleaned the bloody gash on his leg, careful not to stain the bedsheets as I did so. Then I patched it up and excused him, giving him a stern glare the entire time.

"If I see you again with another injury, I'm not gonna help you," I said as I pushed him out the Homestead. 

"Geez, I never knew you were such a meanie," he smirked playfully, sticking his tongue out at me.

"HEY!" I heard a familiar voice shout.

Mark and I whirled around just in time to witness Gally shoved the Greenie away from one of the Maze doors, Chuck standing a few feet away from them. The new kid stumbled to the ground with a pained grunt as Gally stood over him, breathing heavily.

"You need to stop being so shucking curious, Greenie," he said harshly, his loud voice echoeing across the Glade.

The new kid kicked at his legs and scrambled away, ignoring Gally's words of "Hey, calm down! Calm down!". 

Mark and I exchanged glances with each other before rushing to the commotion, the other Gladers running toward them as well. Alby and Newt were alerady there, their arms stretched out to the Greenie in an attempt to calm him down, though it didn't seemed to be working as he kept looking around wildly, flailing around in a panicky state.

"What the hell is wrong with you guys?" He shouted.

"Just calm down, alright?" Newt said steadily, though his eyes remained alert.

"Why won't you tell me what's out there?" He demanded.

"We're trying to protect you, man," Alby chimed in. "It's for your own good."

"You guys can't just keep me here!" 

"We can't let you leave!"

"Why not?"

As if on cue, there was the familiar whirring sounds of the doors as they started to move, closing for the day. A hot blast of wind blew in from the Maze and we instinctively looked away; the Greenie, however, stared directly down the corridor in front of him with wide, fearful eyes as he tried to process what was going on. 

"What the hell?" I heard him whisper under his breath.

Then the doors shifted, and dragged along the ground as it crunched pebbles and gravel underneath, closing for the night. Within just a few moments, the doors shut with one final metallic, grinding sound. 

"Next time, I'm gonna let you leave," Gally said to the new kid, who was still staring up in awe and disbelief at the doors, and walked away, looking disgruntled. 

Slowly, the crowd dwindled and the boys returned back to their stations, all except for me and Chuck.

"Come on, Greenie," I said to him. 

Slowly, he turned around met my gaze with his own questionning one. 

"What-?" He started to say, but I cut him off.

"We'll explaining everything to you, don't worry. But right now, you look and smell like klunk. We need to get you to the showers."

"Good that," Chuck snorted with laughter from beside me. "Come on, I'll take you to the showers. Oh, hey, I guess I can technically call you green bean now, since I'm no longer the Greenie. Haha! Man, you have no idea how long I've waited to be able to do that..."

And the Greenie followed him as he babbled on with much reluctance, throwing furtive glances back at the doors every now and then, a troubled expression on his face.

[ END OF CHAPTER FIFTEEN ]

(damn finally thomas is here

and yesss chuck's no longer Greenie lmao i love how happy he is)