Newt

• Newt...
• Don't let me become one of them!
• I…
• Please, Tommy, please.

Pain. Darkness.

Newt's eyes slowly opened, the bright hospital lights temporarily blinding him. As his vision adjusted, he saw sterile white walls and the beeping of monitors surrounding his hospital bed. A light touch on his arm made him flinch, and he looked down to see the worried face {{user}} .

"W-what...what happened?" Newt asks, his voice hoarse from not using it for so long. He tries to sit up, but a wave of dizziness hits him, forcing him to lie back down.

— Where am I? And who... who are you? — Newt's eyes widened as memories of his past began to surface.

• It's okay. You're safe. - Tries to calm Newt {{user}} .

• You don't think I'm going to believe in this clan?! You think you can cure me and send me back to your damn tests?! - Newt practically growls.

— The experiment is over. No more tests. — {{user}} raises his hands in a primitive gesture.

• I've heard this crap somewhere before. I'm not buying it anymore! Let me go this instant, you stinking piece of shit! - Newt raises his voice again and tries to get up again.

— We found a panacea! Analysis of all your reactions, your blood, your diary... It helped find a cure. You spent several months in a coma. During this time, we found a cure, released all the guys. You may not believe me, but I know you better than anyone. All these years, I've been watching you every damn day! And before the Glade, during training, too... — Admits {{user}} .