So many things are going wrong.

Jennifer is hurt. Newt and I know exactly who caused it. If only we knew his name, though... "We should ask someone to look in the files. He must've signed his name somewhere," I say.

"Guys like these are smart. Yes, we can check, but he won't hurt her when he knows he can get caught," Newt replies. He turns his sketchbook around. "What do you think of this?"

"That's really nice."

"What if I bring you your paint? I need some shirts, love. Can you paint this on there?" He points at his drawing once again.

I blink a few times. Did I misunderstand that? Was he just calling me Lynn and is my hearing crap? "What did you just..." I try.

"Oh." His face falls in realization. "Sorry. My family often uses it for each other and, well, you know— sorry." Flushed, he averts his eyes to his drawing.

I am flushed as well, but smile. "I like it. Don't worry."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah." I nod. "But don't quit calling me Lynn either."

Newt eases himself with a laugh. "Noted."

"But yes, I'll paint for you. Just not in a hospital bed." I sit straighter up, bringing my legs to the edge of the bed. "I'll try to walk."

"I don't think that's the best idea. No one said you could already—"

I stand up. "Oh, wow. I got it."

Newt pulls a face. "And now you walk."

"Can you help?"

He leans back in his chair, arms crossed, grin on his face. "Nope. You wanted to get up so badly, and I said you're not allowed to. Now you may do it yourself."

"You're so rude." I shake my head. Newt laughs again. That gives me more trust in this. Slowly, I take a small step. Other than my nose and stomach hurting a bit, it's not too bad, especially not with the painkillers I get every morning.

"The more I move, the faster everything will go back to normal." I take another step. "See? I got it."

"Mhm." Newt watches me walk across the room.

"What?" I look down at my body. "Don't stare like that. I almost thought I didn't realize I wasn't wearing anything or something."

I am wearing something, don't worry. Cargos and a plain shirt.

"Okay. That's enough for now. You'll hurt yourself." He leads me back onto the bed. "Let me see your stomach."

I tilt my head at him.

"Please," Newt adds. With a shrug, I lift my shirt up.

"Looks good, right?"

"Yup." Amazed, he blinks. "Very good."

"I'm talking about the cuts," I add.

Newt clears his throat. "Same. They look fine."

"Can we get out of here now then? I wanna check up on Lilia."

"Uhm." Newt sits down on the chair again. "You'll have to ask the doctor. But you won't be able to do much at home."

"We can also just go back to the camp. Take it easy. I'd like to see Fry again."

Newt shrugs. "There's nothing but Harriet, Miyoko, Fry, and Winston at the camp right now. It's not worth it."

"But they're our friends as well. Why would it not be worth it to see them? Even if it's only for one day?"

"No." Newt shakes head. "It's dangerous out there right now. Before this guy gets caught, I don't think it's a good idea. I don't want you to get hurt again."

"And I don't want us to apart ways so we have to drive like two hours every time we want to meet. There's still like five weeks left of the camp."

"Then you spend five weeks at mine, or I spend it at you. But I'm not going back there again. Thomas has been terrified ever since his Mom got the call about his Dad, both you and Jennifer have gotten attacked, Lelia and Minho are clearly not alright, Teresa went home once her parents heard what has been going on, and I can't watch more people get hurt."

I just want everything to go back like it was at the camp. Before that, Lelia was already isolating herself in her room for months, and now it seems to have gotten even worse. Before all of this, I felt better than ever before. I enjoyed the camp. No phones, rules that kept everyone happy enough that they didn't break them, kind people, et cetera.

"I'm sorry," Newt says, "but I won't go back. I'm going to check up on Minho. See how he's holding up."

I open my mouth to say something as he walks off, but he's gone before I know it. Not that I knew what I was about to say though.

Not even a minute later, someone enters the room again. "I'm sorry as w— oh, hi. Newt just went searching for you."

"I'll greet him later." Minho plops down on the chair in front of me. His physical state is the only thing that shows off how bad he's doing. But the rest, body languages and voice, is like normally. His expression wears some kind of worry with it, though.

"You're sitting straight up." He looks up and down at me. "Can you walk?"

"Yes—"

"Perfect." Minho leans forward, palms together, his elbows on his knees. "Have you been in contact with your sister lately?"

"No. I want to go check up on her but I have to ask if I can leave."

"Well, you and I are going to check up on her. She hasn't been answering my calls," Minho says. His words automatically shoot tons of worry in me. "And there is someone else we are going to call."

"Are we?"

"Eli Marston." He holds up a little note with a phone number written on it. "Friend of Lils, no friend of mine. She says he's trustworthy."

"And what exactly are we gonna do?"

I can't say my interactions with Minho in the past have been the best.

"We're gonna get that boy to help us catch the one who spread those pictures, beat Thomas up, hurt you and my mom, and could be watching us right now. And if we find out that Eli is the one who did it—"

"He didn't. He doesn't look anything like the guy who attacked me. That one's way older."

"Yes, but there is two guys. We both know that. So get up and let's freaking start."

"Are we gonna ask Newt or Thomas to help? The more, the merrier."

"No. Newt doesn't engage in all the crime things and it's more dangerous for Thomas right now than for us two."

"And you think I engage in all the crime things?"

Minho turns around triumphantly. "For your sister? Yup. Come on. We call Eli while we're driving towards your house to check up on Lils."

Okay, he has a point. I'd go places for Lelia.

"How good can you walk?"

"Not very good. It starts hurting the more I walk. I have a wheelchair, but I don't think that's handy."

"What if we hire a mobility scooter— never mind. You think you can backpack?"

"Like, on a motorcycle?"

"On what else?" He crosses his arms. "You think you can do it?"

"I hope so."

"Perfect." We step into the elevator. I try not to think about the fact I'm leaving Newt and everyone else without a word.

"We've still got to tell a doctor I'm leaving, though."

"Yes, true. But we won't. No time for that."

I groan under my breath. What have I gotten myself into?

"What do we do if Eli picks up?"

"We invite ourselves over to his house."

"And what if he doesn't allow us to? Doesn't tell his address?"

"That sucks, 'cause I already know his address, and we will go into that house."

"...and what if he doesn't reply to our questions?"

"Can you like, not overthink for a moment? It's going to work."

"Seriously, what if he doesn't work along?"

"We'll make him work along."

I stare at Minho, almost afraid. "And what exactly have you... planned for that?"

"He'll speak," he assures once again.