Inside the hospital, the walls were brown, the floor was dirt, and the ceiling was made of bamboo. Fancy. Newt followed me everywhere I went, insisting that I needed company. Jeff and Clint finally just let him hold me.

After about ten minutes of prodding, screaming, squeezing Newts wrist, and bawling my eyes out, the two "doctors" were done. They gave me a rather large stick to use as a crutch, but I liked it when Newt help me more than I like sticks jabbing my armpits. Ouch.

Newt walked me around, introducing me to people. We ate dinner, then played hide and seek in the Deadheads. I won, though I think Newt just let me win. Then Newt randomly slapped his forehead.

"Gah! Where the shuck will you sleep? I mean, you can't sleep with the bloody boys! ALBY!" He was clearly freaking out. Honestly, it was hilarious. Alby ran over, a confused look on his face. "Why the shuck did you call me over here, Newt?" He growled. I hid behind Newt, and he rubbed my sholder reassuringly. "Where will Rose sleep? I mean, she cant sleep with the bloody boys! They'll kill her! Alby, fix this!" He was pacing back and forth, so I limped over and grabbed his wrist.

"Newt, get a hold of yourself. I'll get Gally to build her a little shack to sleep in. In the meantime, she can bunk with you." Alby told his friend. I smiled. "You okay with that, Rose?" Newt looked at me, still worried. I rolled my eyes. "Yes, I'm fine with it, now stop freaking out. You look better smiling." I playfully slap him. He smiles at me. I grin back. "Aww, Newt's got himself a girlfriend!" Alby teased. Newt blushed, but not as much as me.

"What? Girlfriend? Me? What?" I practically squealed. Newt just stood there, blushing furiously. It was adorable. Alby laughed. Newt just kept staring into nothingness. I groaned. "Look, Alby, you broke Newt!" Alby seemed to not hear me, and kept laughing. I went over to Newt and grabbed his hand. This seemed to wake him up. I giggled like an idiot while Alby rolled on the floor, laughing like the stupid monkey that he is.

Newt looked down to see my hand gripping his, and pulled away, embarrassed. "Ok, you two. Go to bed so we can start the tour tomorrow. And Newt, stop blushing. You look like a shuckin' tomato!" Alby ordered. Newt quickly helped me to his cabin. On the way there I noticed something.

"Newt? Why are you limping?" I looked at him with the best puppy dog eyes I could manage. "Wha-? Um... Sometime last month I permanently hurt my ankle." He said, surprised by my sudden question. "Yea, okay, but how did you hurt it?" I was very curious. He looked uncomfortable. "Well... I... I'll tell you later." With that he ran into the forest.

Newt's POV

I couldn't tell her. Not now, maybe not ever. I couldn't tell her how my ankle got injured, she couldn't handle it. I collapsed to my knees, crying, and thought of that day. Stupid, stupid, stupid! I hard Rose calling, and I looked up. Wiping away my tears, I ran to her, and hugged her. She seemed confused for a minute, then she just melted into it. "C'mon, we've got sleeping to do." I yawned. She laughed. Her laugh sounds like tiny bells. "Yea, whatever you say..." She was already falling asleep, so I picked her up and took her to my cabin.

"Night, Newt." She smiled as she drifted of to sleep. "Yea, night, love." I fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow.