A/N: Who's side are you on? Logan or Newt? Idk if this chapter is weird btw.

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After a while, Minho already left to the maze and I and Newt finished eating. While having breakfast I realized I hadn't had a shower in a very long time and I probably stank. But again, the problem was my arm. This time I wasn't sure if Newt would help me.

'What're you thinking about?' Newt noticed something about me.

'Nothing.' I said.

Newt raised his eyebrow. 'Mind to share sharing your nothing thought?'

'No. It's nothing.' I replied.

'Come on, Nora!' Newt responded impatiently.

'No.' I bit my lip. Telling Newt wasn't even the biggest problem. I was just scared he was going to say no and that would be... embarrassing. Why would he say no? He's my boyfriend.

'Well?' Newt waited for me to say something.

'I haven't showered in a few days but I don't think I can do it myself.' I quietly said.

'It's a good thing you have me then.' Newt smiled.

Surprised I looked at him.

'Come on.' Newt up from his seat and grabbed my hand. Together we walked into the Homestead and up the stairs to the showers.

'You can keep your underwear on if you feel more comfortable that way.' Newt said. I was glad he mentioned it and I put out my clothes, except for my lingeries. Newt did too and I couldn't help myself but stare at his muscular chest.

I saw the bruises too. 'They're already healing.' I moved my hand on the bruises. They were turning yellow instead I blue, meaning they were fading away.

Newt turned on the shower and waited for the water to get a little warmer.

'Clint said the bandages couldn't get wet.' Newt looked at my wrist.

'Oh.' I replied. I wasn't very happy about it. 'Could you take them off?'

'Of course.' As gently as possible Newt started unwrapping the bandages. A shiver went down my spine at the touch. Every single touch hurt.

'I'm so sorry.' Newt noticed it.

'It's fine.' My voice cracked.

Newt started unwrapping the last bandage, so the cuts got revealed. A cold breeze hit my bare wrist and it didn't feel very well.

A little scared of what I was going to see, I looked at my wrist. The deep cuts healed, but just a little bit. They were only a little bit smaller, that was it. They looked horrible. Tears formed in my eyes as I realized what I had done.

'Woah.' Newt noticed it and pulled me into a hug. 'It's okay.' He rubbed my back and I let the tears fall.

'Sorry.' I apologized through my sobs. All the emotions that had gathered in my body the last few days went out. When I let go of Newt and wiped the tears away, I felt relieved.

'You okay?' Newt cupped my face.

'Yes.' I said, truly honest.

Newt put his hand under to water to feel the temperature. 'The water is warm.' He looked at me again. 'You ready?'

I nodded and got in the shower. Newt followed after me. The water wet my hair and whole body, just like my underwear. After standing there for a minute, I grabbed a soap bottle.

Newt got the sign and I handed the bottle to him. 'Could you wash my hair?' I asked quietly.

'Yes.' Newt put some soap on his large hand. He could easily reach my hair while standing, so I didn't have to sit on the floor.

Newt started massaging the soap into my hair and after a few seconds, he gently rinsed it out.

'Thank you.' I turned around again and looked at Newt. His hair was all wet and messy, and I have to say; it looked very good.

Newt put his hands on my waist and pulled me closer to him. The butterflies in my stomach formed again when he touched me. I looked into Newt's beautiful brown eyes. Slowly he leaned in and kissed me on the lips. I cupped Newt's face and kissed him back. Slow and passionate. Our lips moved in sync and they fit on each other perfectly.

Slowly Newt pushed me against the wet wall, never stopping the kiss. He trailed his lips down to my neck and started kissing again. I let out a small sound when I felt his lips on my neck.

Suddenly the water turned cold and I shivered when it touched my bare skin. We had been in the shower for a while, so we ran out of warm water.

'Guess that's our cue.' Newt let go of me and smiled lightly. Both of us got out of the shower and grabbed a towel.

'We forgot dry underwear.' I laughed a little.

'We'll get it in our huts. Just put your clothes on top of your wet underwear for now.'

I really appreciated Newt for saying all these things. Even though it wouldn't really matter to me if he saw me without clothes, I still thought it was very kind of him.

I did as he told me to and so did he. After getting dressed we walked out of the Homestead. My wet hair dropped onto Newt's sweater, making it wet too. I felt eyes from the Gladers on the two of us, but Newt firmly wrapped an arm around my waist and kept walking. I felt fluttered and smiled lightly at his protection.

'I'll see you in a minute, okay?' Newt asked when we arrived in front of my hut.

'Uh- okay.' I nodded and Newt walked off. Then I realized I couldn't move my arm, so Newt had to help me again. But he was in his own hut, getting dressed. It didn't seem like the best opportunity to walk into his hut while he got dressed.

I tried to get Newt's sweater out, but my wrist made it impossible for me. With a few groans I tried again, but it hurt like hell. I sat down on my bed and waited for Newt.

'Nora?' After a while, I heard a knock on the door. 'Are you done?' The British accent asked.

'No.' I replied and waited for Newt to open the door, but he didn't. 'You can come in.' I added.

'Are you decent?'

'Yes.'

Newt opened the door and walked into my hut. 'You didn't change.' He looked at my clothes.

'I can't, remember?'

'Oh, right. I forgot, sorry.' Newt seemed worried.

'It's fine. Can you help me again?' I asked.

'Yes.'

Newt helped me get off my pants and sweater but stopped after he did that. Hesitantly he looked at my lingeries.

'Can you do it on your own?' He asked. I couldn't read the look on his face, except for it being red.

'I can try.' I said a little embarrassed.

'I'll wait right outside.' Newt walked away and closed the door behind him.

Very slowly I managed to change my wet underwear into dry ones and told Newt to come in again. He closed the door behind him again and looked at me. His eyes lit up and I saw them going up and down real quick.

'Uh, great.' He blinked a few times and averted his eyes from my body. Quickly he walked to my closet and grabbed some clothes. Newt helped me put them on and we walked outside after.

'You need to put on new bandages.' Newt decided. 'Let's go.' He grabbed my arm and lead me to the med-hut. Clint and Jeff were already there.

'Hey, guys.' Clint looked up. 'How're you doing, Nora?'

'Fine.' I answered honestly.

'She needs new bandages.' Newt announced.

Clint nodded and motioned for me to sit down in front of him. I put my arm on the table and slowly Clint rolled up my sleeve, which hurt a lot.

'Sorry.' Clint apologized. I looked at the ground instead of my wrist. I didn't want to see what I had done to myself again. I couldn't.

'They're healing.' Jeff said.

With my head facing the ground I felt Clint pressing a wet cloth on my wrist. I winced in pain and let out a cry.

'Clint, stop.' Newt immediately said. 'You're hurting her.'

'We need to clean it. Sorry, Nora.' Clint kept going and I bit my lip, hard.

'Clint, stop right n-.' Newt started, but I interrupted him.

'Newt, it's fine.' I assured. 'It just hurts a bit, but the cuts have to be cleaned.'

Newt let out a sigh and wanted to say something, but a glance from Jeff made him quiet. Finally, Clint finished cleaning it and he grabbed some clean bandages. Still not looking at my wrist, I felt him wrap them around my arm.

'Done.' He said.

I looked up and inspected my wrist. 'Thanks.'

Clint gave me a nod and everyone was silent. I could feel the tension between the four of us and could see the question burning on Clint's lips. Newt had told them what happened with the cuts and they wanted to ask about it.

'Who changed my clothes when I was unconscious?' I tried to change the subject but didn't realize it was a stupid question.

'Uhm, I did.' Newt rubbed the back of his neck.

'Thank you for that.' I gave him a nod and he looked surprised. Then it was silent again.

'Why'd you do it?' Jeff asked the question.

'I felt bad.'

Silence again.

'Why don't I have to work anymore?' I asked.

'Do you want to?' Jeff asked.

'That's not what I was asking.'

'Because of your... conditions. We don't think it's a good idea to put pressure on you.' Clint said.

'All you do as a Med-jack is wait for someone to come in, which barely happens. So you don't do very much.'

'Before dinner, we need to give Alby the serum.' Clint said. 'And it's lunchtime now.' He added.