the analyst - (NEWT)

four.

his eyes drift to her wrist, which she cupped with her other hand and he beckons clint over. "clint, the greenie." when clint looks up, he seems to understand the urgency in newt's eyes and makes his way over. when newt gestures his hand out towards the girl, clint's eyes widen.

"sorry, i thought it was just vince-"

"don't worry about it, it's not like im bleeding to death anyways", yn reassures, giving clint a halfhearted smile. her eyes pick up a light scoff front in front of her, followed by the door being opened and her smile is replaced by a frown.

a few minutes later, yn and vince were all patched up. yn thought the cloth bandage around her wrist was a little obnoxious but clint had assured her it was just to make sure it doesn't get infected. she tries to nod in understanding, but pulls her henley from her elbow back down to her wrist, covering the bandage. "thanks."

when the two are dismissed from the hut, vince bumps his shoulder against yn's on his way out, turning his head and sending her a scowl before slamming the door. his last word's to her being a threat, "don't forget you're the one who's outnumbered here greenie." shaking off the goosebumps, she counts to twenty before exiting the hut.

• • •

yn enters the council room with frypan, who seemed to have just finished cleaning dishes as his shirt had splotches of water. he sends her a sympathetic smile and stands next to winston, his arms now crossed in front of him. yn stays standing near the door awkwardly until alby signals her over to sit on a log next to newt. she surveys the room when she sits, newt on her left leaning against a post and alby to her right, standing straight with a stoic face.

"look, i can't be the only one who's worried about this note right?" vince stutters in frustration, moving his head in different directions to see if anyone agrees.

"well what do you expect us to do vince!? we can't just lock her in the medjack hut and have clint and jeff experiment on her like an animal?" alby's voice was loud enough yn swore it had made her seat vibrate.

"yeah, that's exactly what i expect us to do! for all we know she could be infected and it'll only be a matter of time before she ends up like those crossed out names on the wall!"

"infected? how would i be infected?" she pipes, furrowing her brows.

"you don't talk", alby's demeanor shuts her up easily and she slumps in her seat. when she couldn't take anymore of the awkward silence that followed the demand, she looks up to see alby deeply contemplating vince's argument. her eyes widen in fear and her chest feels tight.

after a few more grueling seconds, minho decides to speak up. "what if we have her as a runner?"

alby snaps out of his daze and narrows his eyes at the ravennette, "don't you even start with that again-"

"again? you already brought it up?" the girl couldn't help the voice leave her lips. alby's head jerks toward her direction and he starts, "i said-"

"yeah and she'll get killed in her first run in", vince laughs mockingly, running his hand through his blonde hair.

"c'mon alby, you and i have both seen how she runs like lightening and puts up a good fight, she would make a great runner!"

"it's better than having her locked up in the medjack's hut, at least this way if she's infected, it'll be easy banishment..." clint trails off sheepishly, refusing to look yn in the eyes.