Just a bunch of OneShots for the people who are absolutely in love with Newt (Cough cough just like me cough cough)
I do not write smut, so please do not read this book expecting that, or requesting it. Thank you!
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(Btw Newts your boyfriend) "Ow, Ow, Ow, Ow, Ow, Ow, Ow, Ow, Ow," you mumble frantically. Your leg was laying flat on the bed, but you jerk it up slightly as Newt rings out a wet rag over it.
"I know, love. Its almost over," he tells you in a sorry tone, setting your leg back flat on the bed, and laying a hand over your knee so you won't move. Your sitting up on your elbows in your bed, biting your lip so hard that it's bleeding. Your head falls back limply, trying your hardest not to scream when Newt rings the rag out again.
"Ok I'm done," he tells you, moving up to where your still sitting up on your elbows on the bed. He gently strokes your hair, frowning at the sight of your pained expression, and you start having flashbacks of what had happened just a day before.
Flashback
You, Newt, Zart, and Devon were chopping at an old dead tree, trying to get the stump out of the ground. You were making random small talk as you swung your machetes at the roots.
You were doing this for almost ten minutes, when you suddenly feel a searing pain on the side of your shin, like someone had cut into your leg with a knife. You scream in pain, dropping your machete and falling to the ground, reaching for your leg. All three boys drop down next to you, their faces showing a shocked expression. Zarts eyes are wide, and he tosses his blood soaked machete to the side.
Devon screams for the medjacks, while Newt starts trying to peel your hands away from your leg, blood dripping down it. Your panting and crying, squirming around on the ground, but eventually Newts able to grab your hands, pinning them to the ground on either side of your head with his own. Your whole body is thrashing, in to much pain to stay still. More boys run to the scene, gasping and going wide eyed when they see your leg.
"Out of the way! Out of the way! Move," Jeff, Clint, and Alby shout, shoving through the crowd of boys. Clint and Jeff kneel down next to you, shoving Zart and Devon out of the way. You keep squirming on the ground, already getting dizzy from the blood loss.
"Hold her legs," someone shouts, and you feel someone pinning your legs to the ground. You struggle in the persons grip, trying to move away from them.
"Love calm down," you hear someone whisper. "It's gonna be ok, just calm down," Newts accented voice whispers to you. You try your hardest to stop moving, twitching or jerking every once in a while, but you feel Newts hand squeeze yours, him still pinning your hands to the ground.
Your breathing heavy and quick, your chest rising and falling as you stay as still as possible. Eventually you feel someone wrapping something around your leg, and you bite back a scream, bitting down on your bottom lip.
Someone speaks up after they pull their hands away from your leg. "Let's get her to her room, and we can finish looking at her there. There are to many people right now," Clint says. You don't hear the rest of the conversation, cause you pass out from the pain.
