so far, everything was going horrible. you hurt your hand while helping the builders on your break, you got into a fight with gally, you got multiple nosebleeds, and you had -- and still have -- a horrible headache.

during dinner, newt pulled you into his lap, not minding the stares from others. he wanted to make you feel better, and if you weren't gonna talk, then that was okay. he'd just kiss the frown away from your lips, whether you liked it or not. when you said you didn't want to eat, he somehow managed to convince you to eat, get some food into your system.

your headache wasn't easing up, even with the painkillers the two med-jacks gave you. your hand hurt, maybe you shouldn't have listened to alby, telling you to help them carry some things they failed to build. the fight with gally haunted you, constantly replaying what he said in your mind.

the only one left to comfort you? newt, the glade's second-in-command, also your beloved boyfriend who always got you to cheer up, at least just a tiny bit. he brought you flowers from the gardens, some pretty white cosmos. he offered to brush out the knots in your hair, convinced alby to let you rest the next day. to calm down, take a breather, to get your mind off of the things that have happened recently in the glade.

newt was basically the only thing keeping you alive, your oxygen, your love, your shoulder to cry on. literally.

you fell asleep, laying on his chest in his hammock in the homestead. since he was second-in-command, he had his own hut, with a bigger hammock. the perks of being alby's, the first-in-command's best friend, he supposed. or perhaps just the perks of being second-in-command of the glade.

point is, that you two fell asleep, cuddling, while you cried on his shoulder, rambling on and on about your day. he listened to every word that came out of your mouth.

in the morning, he woke up earlier than you. he kissed your forehead, then your cheek, while twirling your hair around in his finger. "morning, love," he murmured against your hair.