2 Shanks ( Hiatus )

Chapter 9~Insomnia

Newt grabs 2 blankets and we walk out to where everyone else is sleeping.

"You gonna be right for tonight," I hand putting my hand on his shoulder. He sniffles and nods looking down. I drop down onto the grass and spread my blanket out. I watch Newt do the same. He curls himself up in his blanket and closes his eyes.

"Goodnight," He whispers shuffling in his blanket.

"Goodnight."

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Eyes that won't close. A carousel of thoughts that won't stop spinning. The dark space is endless in this spaceless maze. I wish to drift away into a never ending dream, but dreams are only a memory in this hell of reality. I simply wish to sleep. The screams of grievers and the grunt of sliding stone. These noises make me restless.

I tighten my eyes and try to focus on my breathing. Inhale, Exhale, Inhale, Exhale. I hear Newts breathing become heavier. I sit up and look at him, His silhouette in the darkness is shaking, he must be cold. His cold shiver turns into a quiet crying.

"Newt," I whisper swivelling closer to him. His sniffling grows stronger. His grief is like the ocean It comes in waves and engulfs his emotions. I shuffle myself right up close to him and wrap my arms around him cradling him as he cries.

I could never understand how someone so bright could ever do that to themselves. Maybe inside, he's stuck in a big whirlpool of depression, and he's just wearing a mask to hide it. But every now and then, you can see it in his eyes, that he wants to give up.

"thank you," He snuffles and grabs my hand and holds it in his. Having our hands linked, makes my heart flutter. I slowly doze off in his comfort, Drifting in and out of consciousness.

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I wake up hours later, Newt still asleep next to me. Dry tear marks down his cheeks. His long blonde hair draped over his face like a curtain. My fingers reach out and push his hair out of his face revealing his mousy straight eyebrows.

"I am awake ya' know," Newt mumbles. I retreive my hand and force it into my chest. His eyes bloom open, and The dark chocolate Irises of his eyes glisten in the morning light.

I sit up stretching my back and arms out making cat noises. I look down at him and see he's watching me. I brush a lock of my hair behind my ear. He's still watching me with his chocolate eyes, I smile and ruffle his hair up. He grunts and pouts at me.

"How you feeling today?" I say laying back on my elbows, He shrugs and says ", Same as yesterday, gloomy."

I give him a sympathetic smile. I look at all the other boys still sleeping along the grass, I spot Frey and Thomas all snuggled up together.

"We need to get the homestead all fixed up," Newt says lifting himself up, Groaning while putting pressure on his arm.

"You need to take it easy alright, so don't work yourself to hard."

"I might just have to buggin' move you to the Med-jacks the way you're goin'," He laughs and grabs his blanket off the ground. I jump up too holding my blanket on my arm.

"Alright Shanks! Time for bloody work! We have to re-build the homestead up and treat the burnt Gladers! Wakey Wakey!" Newt yells waking up everyone, the air filling with groans and grunts. They eventually get up and start walking off to their stations.

"Runners! you guys won't be running today, you will have to help out with the glade."

"Awhh come on we're so close to finding an exit," Minho argues.

"Well shuck it, we can leave it for another day," Newt says back. Minho kicks the grass and starts walking away. Thomas follows Minho waving goodbye and Frey. I watch Frey walk over to us smiling and looking very fresh and ready.

"Frey, you're going to be working in the gardens today, Bonnie is gonna be working with the med-jacks," I look over to object, but his face was so persuasive. Frey nods and frolics over to the gardens.

"So.." I says quietly.

"Can you help me clean my arm up and put a proper dressing on it," He says looking under his make shift dressing.

"Sure."

"I'll get you another shirt as well seeing as you only have one sleeve," I smile at him saying thanks and we start walking off to the medical station.

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We walk into the med room and Newt sits down on stretcher and unwraps his dressing. It's all bruised, black and blue with a massive red line through it.

"Waters over there," Newt points over to a plastic bottle full of water. I grab a saucer and fill it with water. then I grab some clean cotton balls and and a dressing. I sit the supplies over near Newt. I sit down next to him and examine the cut.

"It's quite deep, how could u have managed that with such a small knife," I say putting pressure on it and checking for any infection.

"Sharp knife," He says placing it by his side. I dip one of the cotton balls in the water, and start wiping his cut down. Dirt seeps into the cotton ball and leaves His skin.

"So.." Newt says watching me clean his cut.

"MMmm"

"Anyone you fancy," He says looking down at me. I freeze and stop every motion.

"Pardon, uh no. That's a bit of a personal question," I say trying not to make eye contact. He laughs and I can feel his eyes watching me. I hesitantly look up and our eyes meet. He leans forward still gazing into my eyes. A small lock of hair tumbled in front of my face, resting just in front of my cheek, but with one swift slide of his thumb, it was brushed out of the way. His soft lips touched my cheek. As the soft skin of his mouth left the side of my face, the exact spot where they had come into contact became warm and tingled.

He looks at me and smiles, I just feel flustered. Did that really just happen?

"uh ahah," I say nervously because i can't make this into words. Newt just kissed me!

"Did you like that," He says his eyelashes beating at me. I'm still stuttering on my words I can't manage to get anything out.

"Well, uh I-I, I didn't not like it," I say looking down in my lap. He laughs at me because I have lost the ability of speech.

Our eyes flicker up and look at each other, analyzing our facial features.