what all the gladers were aware of was the tension between you and newt. the glares he'd send you (or, mostly, your patient rather than you) as he watched you tend to someone, his little remarks about you, how he'd constantly visit the med-jack hut just to bother you or talk to you in some way - none of it went unnoticed as much as newt hoped it would/did. he hated you, he really did - it was just that he didn't hate you at all, and could never bring himself to feel any hatred for the person who saved his life that one day when he attempted to end it.

like on most bonfire nights, you stayed in the med-jack hut, nose buried in some medical books that were barely used by anyone other than you. you'd rather not watch the gladers drink moonshine until they passed out, threw up, or did something incredibly stupid.

gally would instigate brawls with any poor glader that stepped too close to the circle where the group of his builders was cheering him on, which is what made you stay here in the first place, waiting - or, rather expecting - to see one of the unfortunate boys limping their way to the homestead, where the med-jacks worked. in this case, it was only you who was working, as jeff and clint were at the bonfire, watching the fights happen while you were the one who'd tend to the ones hurt during those fights.

and, as you predicted, you heard a quiet knock at the makeshift door. looking up from your book, you saw the second-in-command standing in the doorway, a shaky hand over his bleeding nose.

whoever it was that you expected to get hurt, it certainly wasn't the second-in-command.

"um, hey," he muttered, his voice sounding a lot softer than it usually did when he talked to you, "minho said i should come see you?"

you got up from your seat, closing and placing the book on your chair. you remembered that your little reading session ended on page 143. now you'd just have to remember that page number until your next time you want to read that book. great.