right after you got to the right arm and met the others, brenda collapsed. worried, you checked for any wounds. much to your shock, she was bitten in the leg by a crank. vince pointed a gun towards her, saying he'd be doing her a favour to put her out of her misery. but you, thomas, and jorge intervened. thankfully, mary, the doctor said she would be able to help her - with thomas' blood, which confused you once you heard the words come out of her mouth.

pacing around back and forth outside the medical tent, newt placed his hands on your shoulders, making you stop in your tracks.

"calm down, she's okay. she's in good hands, i promise," he soothed.

you both barely knew eachother, but he was truly the only one keeping you sane right now. it was almost ironic how attached to each other you'd become in the little time you had to actually speak to the other.

you and brenda were very close. not siblings by blood, but the bond was still the same. during the limited time you had to actually get to know one another, newt learned that you and brenda were basically glued to the hip. she's always been there for you, even when you fought. she knew that she could never stay mad at you for too long.

right now, you kind of missed those fights. then you could be sure she was okay and not dying.

newt pulled you closer, making you look back at him. he held the eye contact for a solid second, before looking away. he patted your head - ruffling your hair in the process.

"stop doing that, please, for the love of god," you pleaded, trying to fix your - now, tousled - hair.

"never," he all but whispered, but eventually started to card his fingers through your hair to help you in some way.

then you heard thomas' voice from behind you.

"am i interrupting something?" he asked, gaze flickering between you and newt. you could faintly see newt's cheeks flush a raspberry pink colour.

"yes-"

"no," you interrupted the blond. "what do you need?"

"brenda's awake, thought you'd want to know," thomas said. "she needs to rest, though."