the star is simply small in comparison to the sun, that’s how you thought of you and Newt. Even with his command in the Glade, more people looked to you for advice, being their crowned medic. He didn’t mind, he got all the love he needed from you anyways. Today is no different, You’ve taken a day off from the foul med hut to help in the gardens- with Newt

“Ya ever get sick of it-“ he mutters “the blood I mean”