you and newt were close. almost too close. but it was nice to know you had someone you could call a friend. for the short time you've known him, somehow it still felt like you've known eachother for ages. you two were like glued to the hip, always hanging out together. it's only been a few days or so, yet you two still managed to bond over the little free time you two had after doing your chores around in the glade.

you, still a greenie, were supposed to be with the slicers that day, see how they do their job. it wasn't something someone with a weak stomach (you) needed to witness. it was a bit traumatizing, seeing what you had to see. you turn away from everyone, gagging once or twice. you throw up basically everything you've consumed that day. reaching into your pocket, you grab a tissue to wipe your mouth. your face was red, cheeks flushed. it was embarrassing to throw up infront of the poor slicers who were just doing their job, showing you how they even do it. there was a warm hand placed on your shoulder, leaning down to reassure you that everything was okay.

"it's okay, greenie," winston, the keeper of the slicers, cuts you off before you could even try to apologize. "you're not the first one with a weak stomach."

he squeezed your shoulder reassuringly, leading you outside of the blood house area. newt saw you two and looked at you, worried about why you looked rather upset. not angry upset, more sad upset if anything.

"hey, what's up? what happened?" newt asked from a distance, slowly approaching. you didn't loom up at him. you weren't in the mood to get even more embarrassed. not now, and certainly not after throwing up.

much to your dismay, winston answered for you, "greenie threw up."

"poor thing," newt murmured, placing a hand onto your cheek. "you okay? do you want some food or water?"

you nod, and hum a soft "yeah." newt slings and arm over your shoulders, making winston retract his own hand.

"c'mere," he whispered, smiling as you two walked towards the dining area, his arm still around you.