"Black jeans, white tee, black converse, you know she gets it right!" I sing.
"Ow," the boy whimpers in pain.
Not by my singing, by the fact that he has a rusty screw going right through his hand.
"It'll hurt, Love. But try and calm down, okay? Here, hold my hand, you can use it to squeeze if you get in too much pain." I say, offering my hand while getting everything ready with my other one.
"Thanks, Tris," he says, his green eyes contorted with pain.
"No problem," I say.
I get the disinfectant and some other things that I will need and I look him in the eyes.
"You need to stay calm. You need to take deep breaths and keep as still as possible, this will hurt, but it will hurt even more if you don't stay still." I tell him.
"Can you sing to me?" He blurts out.
I was taken aback for a minute but after I recover I just smile at him.
"Sure what song?"
"Do you know that song, uh, you were singing it all day the other week," he says trying to remember.
"This is gospel?" I offer.
"That's it!" He says with a smile. I smile warmly back.
"Sure," I say, then clearing my throat.
"This is gospel for the fallen ones, locked away in permanent slumber. Assembling their philosophies, with pieces of broken memories," I sing while concentrating on pulling out the screw from his hand.
I see him beginning to panic so I start singing again. Ignoring the faint pain in my hand due to him squeezing it so hard.
"Oh ah oh oh oh oh oh, this is the beat of my heart, this is the beat of my heart. Oh ah oh oh oh oh oh, this is the beat of my heart, this is the beat of my heart," I sing as I slowly and carefully finish pulling out the screw and begin to disinfect the wound.
"If you love me let me go,
If you love me let me go,
'Cause these words are knifes and often leave scars, the fear of falling apart. Truth be told I never was yours, the fear the fear of falling apart."
I continue to sing as I work my magic and clean and bandage up the wound. After I finish, George smiles in relief even though I know he's still in pain.
"Thank you, thank you so much," he says in a horse voice.
I look up at him and I see he has tear stains running down his face. I wipe away his tears and smile.
"That's my job, George, saving lives one day at a time," I joke and he chuckles a little.
"Tris, it's your lunch break," Jeff says, popping his head through the door.
I didn't want lunch, but I knew I had to. For the baby. I sigh and slip on a smile.
"Alright, I'll head over to get something to eat as soon as I'm done here with George," I tell him and he smiles before disappearing.
"You okay?" George asks.
"Never better," I lie.
"I should be alright now, thanks, want to get food together? Since you're heading there anyway?"
"Sure," I say.
We both get up and walk to get food. We walk in and many conversations come to a halt as they see me with George. Nobody yet knows about the baby but they do know about me and Newt.
"See you later, Tris. And thanks again," he says before sitting down with some others.
I walk over to the line and pick up my plate and sit down next to Newt. I just stare down at the food in front of me, hoping that it will magically disappear into my stomach without me eating it.
"Eat it," Newt says in his second in command voice.
"I don't want it," I whisper.
"Tris, eat it,"
"Don't talk to her like that," Four orders.
"Oh shut up, don't talk to her like that? You didn't fucking use that little piece of advise when you was talking and treating me like shit was you!?" I snap at him.
He just shakes his head and looks down in defeat. Tears stream down my eyes, stupid hormones, stupid mood swings. Why did I have to get pregnant?
"Please, just eat a few. You know it's not healthy to not eat." He says, giving me a pointed look so I knew exactly what he was on about.
I already knew what he was on about, and I knew it was important, so I took a bite and suddenly I felt as if I hadn't eaten in days which in retrospect, is the truth.
I eat all my food and then I start picking at Newt's food which he just laughs at. Minho looks at me weirdly and Gally shakes his head.
"You up for running tomorrow?" Minho asks me.
"Yes," I say.
"No," Newt contradicts.
"Honey, I think he's talking to me," I say.
"You can't go with your condition," Newt says in a low voice.
"I am pregnant not suffering from a long term illness," I say quieter, only loud enough for him to hear.
"Only run when you are in sight of someone or a stray griever, okay?"
"Sure, I need to do something anyway,"
"Like what?"
"Like, none of your business," I sass.
He smiles and kisses me, he grabs my hand and stands up pulling me along with him. I give him a quizzical look and he just smiles more and drags me outside.
"Where are we going?"
"You'll see," He says, looking back at me with a smile.
We both walk hand in hand through the deadheads and after a while we come across a clearing I hadn't seen before, the trees circled around the clearing and the stars were shining above, casting a little light down if that is even possible.
"This is beautiful," I say smiling.
"Just like you,"
I look him in the face and I slowly lean in for a kiss. My lips met his and I felt as if it was the first time. It was gentle, soft, fireworks, sparks, but this time, it was something more. It was love.
We suddenly start swaying and Newt pulls away and smiles.
"It's just another night, and I'm staring at the moon. I saw a shooting star and I thought of you," he sings.
I instantly recognise it as one of the songs from my iPod I had got ages ago. I smile as I remember that I hadn't been able to find it since last week when I sang this is gospel all day.
I kiss him again and it was just like.before, magical.
"I love you, do you know that?" He asks, pulling away for air.
"Of course I do, and I love you too."
"Come on, I got blankets, let's sleep."
We grab the blankets and pillows that Newt had brought before hand and we made ourselves comfortable, staring up at the night start sky in each other's eyes, Newt pointing out all the constellations he knew and me commented about how I loved his voice, his recently mostly and how I believed that his accent was the reason I stayed with him.
"Oh that's bloody great! Come for.the accent stay for the existential crisis." He says.
"I've heard that before,"
Me too," he admits. "It annoys me because I don't know where from."
I kiss his jaw. "Don't think about it, let's sleep."