you were peeling some potatoes in the kitchen, frypan beside you, scolding you for each time you looked out of the window to watch newt give thomas a tour. he was gorgeous, utterly gorgeous. you made it pretty obvious with how your eyes always managed to wander to him. but what you didn't realize was, that you were supposed to peel the potatoes with frypan. and what did you do? you cut yourself, too zoned out to focus on anything else other than newt.

"ow-!" you squeal, frypan grumbling under his breath once he saw the gash on your hand.

"careful," he said, taking the potato and knife out of your hands. "and stop staring," he added, wrapping up your hands with some gauze he kept. just incase.

"'m not staring," you deny. but as much as you'd try to deny it, the whole glade knew that you had a thing for newt. he liked you. not in a friend type of way, in a girlfriend boyfriend type of way. yet he never tried to voice it. maybe because he knew that minho would tease him to death about it. it wasn't like he wasn't doing it now, but it'd probably get even worse if he ever admitted to liking you more than as a friend.

you held your hand with your other, the gaze already bloody. frypan was leading you to the med-jack hut to get your hand cleaned, just to be safe. newt, panicked, just had to ask, "what'd you do to your hand?" but you were too embarrassed to muster up a reply. just a blushy mess you were, holding your bleeding hand.

before you could even attempt to answer, frypan answered his question for you. "she cut her hand while peeling potatoes," he said, sighing to himself.

after getting your hand tended to by clint, you were sitting on the bed. clint was being a bit dramatic, because it wasn't like you needed to sit and rest after cutting you hand. it was just a cut, it would heal in no time. but no, he still made you sit in the hut. naturally, after frypan told newt you were in the med-jack hut, he came to visit you, leaving the greenie, thomas, with the other track-hoes.

he peeked in, smiling. "you okay?"