She didn't do anything all day. She had no energy even if she wanted to. Not only was her physical energy depleted, but her emotional and mental energy was gone. She hardly moved, almost as still as the boy in the bed. Jeff came to check on her a few times, but for the most part just left her, knowing she just needed quiet. The Gladers also kept their distance, only two guys showed up a builder with a nail stuck in his hand and a slicer. Jeff took care of those with ease.

There was a knock on the door and Nick pushed the door open.

"Hey man."

"How's it going?"

Jeff knew he was asking about Evelyn and Newt. Jeff shrugged with a sigh. He ran a hand aggressively over his short hair and then answered.

"She hardly moved. Just sitting curled up, staring, I can hear sniffing. But that's it. Newt is still out. He's gonna have a wicked headache when he wakes up."

Nick lowered his voice to hardly a whisper. "He will, right?"

"As far as I know. Evelyn used her powers on him ...hoping...assuming it fixed the internal injuries. His heartbeat is steady and the same with his breathing."

Nick let out the breath he was holding.

"But dude, I can't get a response from her. She won't talk, and she won't eat...she's even ignoring the lizard!" Jeff whispered.

Nick frowned. Watching the girl through the door. She was huddled in the chair.

"Like I know I'm new...but obviously there is more than friendship, I ain't stupid.. and I know she's grieving and stuff, but if she continues like this...well it ain't good." Jeff continued talking in an undertone.

Nick patted his shoulder, "all right. Thanks for the update, I'll see if Fry can make her something easier to eat. I'll be back."

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Nick was crouched beside Evelyn, just watching her for a second. She didn't even register that someone was there.

"Evy?" He called her name quietly.

No response.

"Hey, come on Evy."

He used the back of his hand to gently touch her check, like he was checking for a temperature. She was freezing and her cheeks were damp with tears. She only blinked.

"Come on, look at me please."

He gently pulled her face to look at him. She blinked a few times, her eyes far away.

"Talk to me Ev, what's going on up there." He gently tapped her temple.

She was quiet for a moment and then her lip trembled.

"I-"

Her voice was so quiet he had to lean in. She took a shallow shaky breath.

"I can hear it. It plays in my head. Over and over and over."

A shiver ran down Nick's spine. He didn't really want to know, but asked anyways.

"What can you hear?"

She was quiet again, her eyes fixed on the wall behind Nick.

"His screams. The sound of his leg breaking. His head slamming into the ground. It replays over and over..."

Tears filled her eyes, making her green eyes look like glass, tears clinging to her lashes and her chin quivered with a sob trying to come out.

"I should have been faster. We should have left sooner and if I hadn't stumbled. I should have gone after him that night. Why Nick ...why would he do this?"

A tear finally broke free and slid down her chilly pale cheeks. Nick put the big cup of soup down and cupped her cheeks.

"Evelyn listen to me." He held her face firmly. "You did absolutely everything. You and Minho did everything in your power. Sometimes...when someone has depression they have that hopelessness, empty, guilty feeling...it has nothing to do with you. Alright? It's a medical chemical imbalance in the brain, know how much shucken klunk we've seen in the last year? I'm surprised more of us don't have it." He paused and took a breath, and firmly said, a bit louder, "it has nothing, Evy, nothing to do with what you did or didn't do, what you could have done or did you. Do you understand me?"

She blinked a few times, he held her gase until she acknowledged what he said.

"Okay." She whispered.

"I'm going to have the same conversation with Minho. You did everything!"

She just slumped even further. He tried a different tactic, he picked up the mug of steaming soup and placed it in her hands, and made sure her hands were wrapped around it.

"You need to eat. You didn't come for lunch and missed supper. Fry made you some soup. Eat it or I spoon feed you."

She slowly blinked and looked down and the steaming mug of soup.

"Bacon potato. Your favorite. Eat."

Evelyn slowly, like in a dream, picked up the spoon and slowly took a bite. It was warm and creamy, and gave Evelyn a bit of life in her cold body. Nick shifted so he was now sitting and leaning against the bed, watching her, making sure she finished the mug.

While Nick waited, Hephaestus crawled through the open window and scurried up into Nick's lap. He chuckled softly and used a finger to rub down his back, making the lizard arch his back into the touch. Hephaestus made a noise in his throat like he was purring. After a few minutes of that, he climbed up Nick's arm and into the bed, he settled down beside Newt's head, and closed his big red eyes.

"It's still really cool that he was a beetle blade! Your power is so cool Evy." Nick said watching the lizard.

She didn't reply. Her eyes fixed on the boys face again. Nick sighed. He got to his feet, and stretched.

"I'm gonna go find Minho and talk to him. Evy, will you sleep tonight?"

She didn't reply. He sighed running a hand through his messy hair.

"Take care of your self." He kissed the top of her head and left.

She sat. Her mind blank. Her emotions empty. Eyes vacant. The sun slowly set, the moon coming up. And she still didn't move. Jeff had come by with a blanket and wrapped it around her shoulders.

"I'm gonna go to bed. You okay here Ev?" He asked quietly.

There was a pause before she answered, like it took a moment for her brain to process the question.

"Yeah, Jeff, I'm fine."

"Ya know...fine stands for feelings I'm not expressing."

Another pause, and then there was a muffled noise. Jeff looked down at her with a confused look. Then he saw the corner of her lip lifted into a ghost of a smile. And she made another noise, like she was trying to laugh.

"That's funny Jeffy." She said quietly.

"True, though." He replied, leaning against the wall, folding his arms.

"True it is." She replied, her voice was horse and dry.

"Alright, Ev, is there anything I can get you? I not I'm going to go sleep in my hammock..."

"I'm...alright. Thank you."

It was another long night. She eventually moved, she stood up and moved to sit beside him, the blanket wrapped around her shoulders.

"Newt...please wake up." She whispered, "I know your going to be angry. But I need you to wake up. I-" her voice caught. She didn't think she had any more tears to shed, but they came, and continued to come.

"I miss you. I'm sorry I didn't seek you out more. I'm sorry I didn't try harder, I knew something was off, but I didn't do anything, or didn't do enough! I'm so sorry Newt!"

Again, for the second night her damn broke and her sorrow came crashing through. Laying her head on his chest she cried herself to sleep.
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Nick woke her up again, shaking her shoulder.

"You were supposed to sleep in a bed, get a proper sleep." He scolded her. But his voice was gentle, knowing she was quite fragile.

"Come. Shower and breakfast. No exceptions."

He took her by the hand and pulled her to the shower and to breakft. This time Minho was at the table, he had a vacant look in his eyes too. This was the first time she had seen him since she passed out, giving him her last but of energy.

Minho glanced at her, and then narrowed his eyes. Her eyes just stared straight, not paying attention.

"Evelyn!" He snapped. She flinched. But her eyes travelled over to Minho. It took a second to focus on him. His jaw was clenched and his eyes were cold.

"The hell we're you thinking?"

She blinked a few times, "what...?" She whispered, completely confused.

"You just about drain yourself for Newt and then litterly came way to close to killing yourself for me? What the actual shuck?"

Blinking she finally frowned.

"I was doing my job."

"No! You were reckless!"

"Like you would do anything different!" She shot back, a new emotion other than sorrow worked it's way into her.

"Shuck ya I would!"

Anger flushed her system, her heart picked up and she felt her blood pressure rising along with her body temperature.

"Then that's the difference between us!" She yelled, her voice was rough from not using it for two days.

"The shucken Glade hero aren't you?"

"Somebody's got shucken do it! 'cause you shanks are too stupid to do anything for yourselves! Need a healer for every single booboo and owie! I give all of you litterly my everything and I get nothing in return! How many times have you shown up with a twisted ankle?!" She screamed, standing up, her hands flat on the table, swallowing hard, blinking tears away, she dropped her voice so only Minho could hear, "or what about all those times in the middle of the night you show up in a full blown panic attack? Huh? So don't you dare tell me I'm reckless when I'm the one standing between you and death doing everything possible!"

"Not doing a very good job! All we gotta do is look at the Deadheads!"

Evelyn slapped him hard.

She cussed him out so bad even Sonny gasped.

She spun on her heel, tears in her eyes and stormed away, back towards the MedHut, shoving passed Nick who called her back, but she ignored him and continued storming across the Glade, her golden hair flying behind her.

Sonny turned towards Minho.

"Not kind man." He growled, his dark eyes flashed in anger at the Keeper of the Runners.

Minho deflated, his head in his hands.

"I know. I just... couldn't stop it!"

"Then go apologize. Now."

"Jeeze Sonny, when are you so protective?" He looked up eyeing him.

"She's hurting. Newt is your friend. Newt is her soulmate. Be. Nice." He growled. He was quite scary when he wanted to be.

"Soul mate? Really?" Minho scoffed.

Sonny just nodded and crossed his huge arms.

"She wouldn't be this broken otherwise."

"Ouch. She wouldn't be heart broken over me?"

Sonny just raised his eyebrows. "No."

"Ouch."

"She doesn't love you like that."

"He's right. The hell is your problem?" Alby afteed, "you definitely crossed a line."

"Go fix it!" Nick demanded, and pointed towards the direction she stormed.

Growling, and grinding his teeth he got up and stormed away. Knowing the guys were right, and hating himself for the words that came spilling out of his mouth.

Minho knocked on the MedHut door, pushing it open he spotted Jeff tending to Newt's injuries in the back room.

"Where's Pixy?"

"I thought she was with Nick at breakfast?" He asked straightening up.

"We uhh...she ummm....left. She's not here?"

Jeff shook his head, "check her hut. Poor kid needs a good sleep."

Minho nodded and turned away. He stopped at her hut taking a deep breath he knocked on the door. There was no answer. He knocked again. Still no answer.

"Look...Eve...Pixy? I'm sorry! Can we talk, please?"

He waited. There was no answer. He frowned.

"I'm coming in."

He pushed the door open and stepped inside. He looked around frowning deeper. Her room looked untouched. The bed was still made, the small side table had a few journals and notebooks, plants and flowers strung up all over the ceiling, drying. A small trunk at the foot of her bed with her clothes folded nearly. Her leather bag she usually wore with her herbs and some medical supplies shoved, a towel on a hook, but it was empty.

Panic flaired inside him. He spun and sprinted to the other place he knew she could possibly be. Skidding around the MedHut to her garden. It was empty.

"Shuck shuck shuck!"

He spun around and sprinted back to the dinning area.

"Did you appilagize?" Sonny growled.

Ignoring the question, his eyes wild in panic.

"She's not there!"

Nick looked up. "Huh?"

"She's not there!" He repeated

"Not where?" Nick asked.

"Evelyn. She's not in her hut, or the MedHut or her garden!"

Instantly, Sonny, Alby, Nick, Winston and Fry were up.

"Everyone spread out! Grab a few other guys if you need!"

Minho ran a shaking hand through his hair, wild panic rising inside him.

"I'm the shuckiest shucked face shuck!" He said to himself.

"Yes. You are." Sonny confirm.

Minho deflated.

"Come. Let's find her." He growled and stomped across the Glade.

"Where are you going?" Minho asked, hurrying to catch up.

Sonny didn't say anything. Just continued, with sure footsteps, his eyes forward. Sonny stomped into the tree line and continued through the trees and bushes, not slowing down. He knew where he was going.

They heard the sobbing before they found her. They broke the tree line and in the clearing of the Deadheads, sitting between George and Jack's grave was a crumpled form of the gold hairs Healer.

Minho's heart broke.

"How could I have ever said that?" He whispered.

Sonny smacked the back of his head. Minho flinched, but said nothing, knowing he deserved that. Sonny then shoved him forwards. With his head hanging down he slowly and carefully walked towards her. Sonny at his heels.

The two huge boys dropped down beside her. Minho hesitated but when she let out another guy reaching sob he wrapped his arms around his best friend, his little sister and held her.

"I'm sorry Ev! I'm so sorry Pixy! I was a shucked face slint head! I'm...I'm angry an' ...an' scared and....I don't know. Newt...he really...he shook me bad! I'm sorry!"

She wrapped her arms around him pulling each other closer and cried.

They were the ones to figureout what happened to Newt. They were the ones who witnessed it. They had to process what they saw, and without a proper trauma expert they felt with klunk the best they could. She went void and listless and he went angry and lash out. Neither was a good way to process the trauma they witnessed. Without saying anything they knew they forgave each other.

They held each other and cried over their friend. Sonny sat beside them, with a ghost of a smile, knowing his two friends would be okay, they needed each other to get through this. They needed each other if they were going to help Newt through his recovery.