I woke up to find myself in the Homestead, on the same I bed I lay yesterday. As I forced myself into a sitting position, I noticed my wrist covered in a white bandage.

When did it got injured?! I asked myself.

I tried to twist my wrist to make sure I still own a healthy wrist but on the first move a wince escaped from my lips. "Ouch!" I groaned. "What the-"

Before I could continue, someone kicked the door open with his leg and in a few moments a dark-skinned boy entered in, holding a tray in his hands. I recognized hi immediately. The boy who'd shouted a 'Woah' for me last night.

"G'morn, Newbie!" The boy grinned. "How's your wound doing?" He placed the tray on a stool in the corner of the room and walked up to the bed.

"Eh, I-"I didn't knew how to talk to him. Was he the one to bandage my wounds?

"Show me." He laid his hand forward.

Having no other choice I showed him my bandaged wrist. He examined it from each and every angle that existed. "Looks better." That was all he said before walking away. "And here's your breakfast. Eat it all!" He said putting the tray beside me.

Before slamming the door, he said, "Don't touch your wounds!" He sounded like a mother raising her child.

Okay mom. I thought. Though, I didn't how it felt like to have a mother.

I took a long breathe after he left. Were these boys really taking care of me? If, yes, then they were perfect about it.

I took a couple of bites from here and there until I was enough stuffed to survive till lunch. The taste was actually good, though. I placed the tray aside and reached for the glass of water. Thirst. I realized how thirsty I was when the cold liquid flowed down my throat.

"Greenie!" A sudden shout caused all the water in my mouth to spit out on...

On Newt.

"Oh!" I gulped. "Newt? You okay?"

His wet hair hung down like noodles, and drops of water sprinkled down his chin. He took a look at himself and raised an eyebrow, "Yes?"

"Sorry?" I said in a low voice.

"I'm here to" He shook his head while all the water rained on me as a holy rain. "give you some bloody job."

"Job?" I mumbled to myself.

"Of course, if you feel all right?"