What kinda shuck question is that? [ That seems to touch a nerve, not liking that question. ] We were in the mountains and Teresa sold us out to Ava Paige - they took Minho. [ His fingers curl into a fist around the pills, giving Tommy an agitated look he moves to let them fall back into the bottle. ] You decided you were gonna kill Ava Paige and get Minho back. [ He's not a fan of seeing his friends in pain, and while it's probably a good idea to save them, he'd rather share them if it'd help. Sure, the idea of taking pills from a stranger isn't the best one, but it's all or nothing, he has to trust that what whoever these mysterious strangers are if they wanted them dead, they'd be dead. The supplies could be poisoned, but Newt isn't going to think about that.
He twists the cap until the child lock clicks a few times, annoyance obvious as he unzips the backpack further to shove the pills back in and root around in it a little more. He's mad, that's for certain, Thomas seems to know what's going on, or at least more than him, they both hurt, Minho is still out there, and now this.
But at least he gets an answer from Tommy, a pitiful explanation but, still one. He's about to ask another question when Thomas pulls his pulls his jacket off, to turn and - ] Shit -- come sit down. [ Newt pats the ground next to him before moving to look back into the backpack, trying to find anything to help him. ] When did you see him again? Did he do that? [ Sure he'd normally recognise a griever wound, but it's hard to tell when it's that bloody and gross. ] That's going to get infected, we need to do something about it. [ Shit, and he doesn't know exactly what to do about it. His hands falter in the backpack, freezing for a moment. ]
Ya seem to remember a lot more than me [ He falls silent for a beat, before wetting his lips. ] why is that? [ It doesn't sound like an accusation, not yet anyway, more like he's still trying to piece together what's going on.
He seems to realise that he's been distracted from his efforts to help with the injury, so he goes back to it, turning from his friend to rifle through the pockets of his backpack - and oh, that's certainly a knife in the outermost pocket, he'll deal with that later... His attention turns to the other backpack, unzipping it and shoving things around inside it. When he lets out a sigh, it's because of the small first aid kit he finds in Thomas's backpack. ] Looks like you're in some sorta luck. [ He pops the small plastic case open, and okay, the tiny amount of gauze in the roll probably isn't going to be enough, and the bandaids are laughable, but the packets of alcohol wipes and the medical tape might help. ]
Let's see your back, can I try to get that off? [ He means the shirt, which he knows isn't going to be that fun, probably. He's not a med-jack, this isn't his forte, but he'll blunder through helping, for Tommy. ]
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He twists the cap until the child lock clicks a few times, annoyance obvious as he unzips the backpack further to shove the pills back in and root around in it a little more. He's mad, that's for certain, Thomas seems to know what's going on, or at least more than him, they both hurt, Minho is still out there, and now this.
But at least he gets an answer from Tommy, a pitiful explanation but, still one. He's about to ask another question when Thomas pulls his pulls his jacket off, to turn and - ] Shit -- come sit down. [ Newt pats the ground next to him before moving to look back into the backpack, trying to find anything to help him. ] When did you see him again? Did he do that? [ Sure he'd normally recognise a griever wound, but it's hard to tell when it's that bloody and gross. ] That's going to get infected, we need to do something about it. [ Shit, and he doesn't know exactly what to do about it. His hands falter in the backpack, freezing for a moment. ]
Ya seem to remember a lot more than me [ He falls silent for a beat, before wetting his lips. ] why is that? [ It doesn't sound like an accusation, not yet anyway, more like he's still trying to piece together what's going on.
He seems to realise that he's been distracted from his efforts to help with the injury, so he goes back to it, turning from his friend to rifle through the pockets of his backpack - and oh, that's certainly a knife in the outermost pocket, he'll deal with that later... His attention turns to the other backpack, unzipping it and shoving things around inside it. When he lets out a sigh, it's because of the small first aid kit he finds in Thomas's backpack. ] Looks like you're in some sorta luck. [ He pops the small plastic case open, and okay, the tiny amount of gauze in the roll probably isn't going to be enough, and the bandaids are laughable, but the packets of alcohol wipes and the medical tape might help. ]
Let's see your back, can I try to get that off? [ He means the shirt, which he knows isn't going to be that fun, probably. He's not a med-jack, this isn't his forte, but he'll blunder through helping, for Tommy. ]