"Yeah, late nights get the best of me
They know how to get to me
Suicide thoughts come and go like a guest to me
But I don't wanna die, just wanna get relief"

"Hey, Clara. You busy with anything?" Fry popped his head into the Medjacks where Clara and Clint were playing cards once again.

"Yeah, we're in a middle of a game and I'm about to beat her for the first time ever." Clint looked down at his cards before taking one from his stack and flipping it over.

Clara let out a laugh before setting her cards down, before standing up. "What's up Fry?"

"I'm running behind on breakfast and forgot to get some grapes, mind waking up Newt and have him get some for me?" He asked with a pleading look.

"Yeah. Sure thing." She nodded before turning to Clint. "Don't look at my cards, I will know." She gave him a serious look before walking out, pass Fry as he stayed.

"How would she know?" Clint scoffed, picking up one of her cards and looking at it.

"She's gonna know." Fry told him seriously with a smile, walking out.

"How will she know?" Clint muttered to himself.

"CLINT! STOP LOOKING AT MY CARDS!" She yelled from outside and he quickly dropped the card he was about to look at, his eyes wide, while he could hear Fry's laughter.

Clara headed to Newts hammock, making her way carefully pass the sleeping gladers. She got to Newts hammock and saw it was empty. Was he already up? She questioned herself before she made her way to the garden, expecting him to be there.

"Newt?" She questioned and saw no one was there either. She just shrugged and picked up and empty bucket and went through the garden, finding the grapes and picked the ones she believed were fine and stuck them in the bucket.

When she made her way to Fry cooking she placed the bucket on the ground beside him. "Thanks Clara, you're a lifesaver." He said as he was scrambling some eggs.

"Yeah, no problem." She nodded, leaning over on his empty workspace. "Morning guys." Zart yawned as he made his way over.

"Morning Zart." Fry placed the grapes on the side and handed him the plate.

"Hey, Zart. Have you seen Newt?" She questioned and he shook his head sleepily.

"No, sorry Clara. Might want to check the garden." He told her before heading off.

"I did check the garden." She muttered.

"Here you go." Fry handed her a plate and she shook her head.

"In a little bit Fry. I need to find Newt." She told him and he nodded, passing the plate to another glader.

"Alright, well, he couldn't have gotten far." He smiled.

Clara had been looking for at least fifteen minutes. She checked the deadheads, nope. She checked the maps, not again. Now she was walking beside the walls, trying to think. Well, her thoughts were interrupted rather quickly.

"Clara. Clara!" Minho's voice whispered shouted as she snapped her eyes over, Newt with his arm over Minho's shoulder as he hoped.

"Newt! Where were you? What happened?" Clara asked as she jogged over. Newt and Minho shared a look before Minho sighed.

"Can we talk about this once we get him to the Medjacks?" He asked and she nodded.

"Come on." She helped Minho with Newt as they got to the Medjacks. Luckily for them the gladers were either sleeping or eating so the glade was empty and Clint already left to go join the others.

"Someone care to explain?" She questioned as she lifted up Newts pant leg making him groan in pain.

"Clara, easy." Newt sighed.

"This is me going easy." She looked at his leg, but his ankle seemed worse.

"What the shuck did you do?" She asked as she went over to get some supplies.

"Newt." Minho gave him a look.

"I'll tell her. Just shut up." Newt murmured.

"You most definitely broke it and I don't think just once." Clara made her way back over, not overhearing the two.

She then gently grabbed the top of his leg as Newt groaned once again. "One snap." Clara said as she felt down his leg and nodded with a sigh. "Two snap." She went a bit further down to his ankle and nodded. "Three." Clara started to do the best she could to fix his leg.

"How did you snap your leg in three different places?" Clara asked him, Newt slowly meeting her eyes.

"I went into the maze..." Newt started as Clara stopped what she was doing and looked at him.  He wasn't scheduled to go in today.

"Climbed up a wall and jumped off it." Newt finished and Minho had his arms crossed over his chest as he looked down at the floor sadly.

Clara nodded as she took in what he said. "Ok...well, you'll definitely not be leaving this bed for awhile." She told him and went back to working.

"Clara-" Newt started but she quickly cut him off.

"This stays between us. Alright?" She looked from Minho to Newt. "No one else, unless Newt wants to tell them. This is his story to tell, not ours." She told Minho seriously and he nodded.

Newt didn't say anything after that.  He was thankful for Clara at that moment, but he knew things between The Originals wouldn't be the same.  Something like this...you just don't forget.

After Clara did her best to put Newts leg back in place and make him as comfortable as possible, Minho went to get them breakfast, leaving the two.  As Clara was cleaning up her table, Alby barged in.

"Where have you two been?  Minho finally showed up.  What happened to you?"  Alby looked to Newt on the bed.

"I-uh-I-"  Newt couldn't even form a word, but Clara quickly jumped in.

"Newt shucked his leg up.  Was in the deadheads and being the clumsy shank he is, tripped over a root and fell down one of the hills."  Clara looked at Alby.

"What were you even doing in the deadheads this early?"  Alby looked from Clara, back to Newt.

"Getting fertilizer.  Don't want the crops dying do you?"  Clara shrugged.

"You seem to have all the answers?"  Alby crossed his arms over his chest, stepping closer to her.

"You seem to have all the questions."  Clara raised an eyebrow back at him.  Alby muttered something under his breath before he turned and left.

"That was bloody good."  Newt looked up at her and she smiled softly.

"I'm good on the spot like that I guess."  She took a seat on the end of the bed, making sure not to injure his leg anymore then usual.

"You want to ask me why, don't you?"  Newt looked to her as he played with the sheet.  Clara responded with a nod.

"The moment we all arrived here, my memories already gone and all.  I still felt empty.  It just seemed to grow and grow, and eventually I couldn't take it anymore."  Newt told her honestly.

Clara was silent for a moment before she nodded.  "You have us Newt.  We will always be here for you, for everyone.  I want you to know that you're not alone, if-if you ever feel like that again, please talk to me.  I'm here to listen."

Newt nodded, a small, appreciative smile appearing on his lips.  "Thank you Clara.  I'll remember this."

Clara gave him a small nod just as the sound of Stephens voice filled the twos ears. "Newt, Minho told me you were injured so I've came with a gift." Stephen entered the room as he made his way over to Newt.

"I'm afraid to ask what it is." Newt looked up at the boy.

"A flower." Stephen held out a blue Ipomoea, the same flower that Clara picks to put on George's grave.

"What did you do with it?" Newt questioned, slowly taking it as it flipped over in his grip.

"I accidentally stepped on it." Stephen smiled.

Clara snorted, which made Newt laugh and Stephen just looked at the two, his smile never leaving his face.

**Three more chapters and we're done with part one!   Little edit down below.  It looks so weird.  Hahahaha**

**Clara is 16 in this part of the book**

**Hate Myself ~ NF**