Sonder - Newt TMR

Winston and I finished up our conversation quickly after that. 

I walked out of the barn, and I sat down against a tree for while. 

I closed my eye's, as I thought about all the interactions Newt and I had in the last three years. 

Was there any signs of this that I missed?

Or any signs that I just disregarded because Newt and I fought for so long?

Maybe I was the one that pushed him away?

No, he pushed me away just as much as I did to him. 

"You and Winston have a good chat?" Newt spoke suddenly, pulling me away from the thoughts that bounced around in my head. 

My eyes jolted open. 

"You scared me." I told him, as he sat down next to me. 

"It's lunch." Newt smiled, as he handed me one of the two plates in his hands. 

"Thanks." I said, trying my best not to sound awkward. 

Well, it was awkward. 

Having just found out about everything Newt has felt in the last three years, now sitting next to him...

"Well, you haven't slapped me in the face so... I guess you took it well." Newt joked. 

I rolled my eyes, then I smiled. 

"Three years you held that in? And you couldn't have just told me from the beginning?" I chuckled back, trying to ease the tension in my questions. 

"I didn't know how to say it.  I mean, we didn't see eye to eye for a while.  Now, I know it's my fault for the way I acted all that time, but it's not that simple.  Just because we didn't see eye to eye, didn't mean I ever stopped caring about you." Newt said, as he dug into his lunch. 

"Oh, yeah?" I asked, as I dug into mine. 

"Yes, do you remember that time you were really sick? When you were laid up in the med-jacks for almost a week?" Newt suddenly asked. 

"Barely." I spoke quietly. 

The one and only time I was really sick here, was about a year and a half ago. 

Man, I was really sick. 

I had a fever of over 103 and I was seeing double. 

I could barley move, my whole body was swollen and covered in sweat.  

I shook my head no, "I can barely remember anything from that week.  I only remember bits and pieces.  Like once in a while when I opened my eyes, one person sitting there holding a cold cloth over my head.  It was always the same person and they always told me-"

I stopped myself. 

As the very few memories that I had from that time flooded back, I realized.... that person was Newt.

"Close your eyes, you need to rest." He said finishing my sentence, confirming my thoughts. 

I sat there silently, completely speechless. 

Though at that time when I was so sick and it seemed like Newt hated my guts, he took care of me the whole time. 

Just like I did when he broke his ankle.