Melanie

\*Tous les garçons viennent voir l’endroit quand les pults et les halètements viennent entendre qu’ils ont vu une fille allongée sur le sol de la loge, mais n’était-ce pas pressé pour être un garçon ? Newt sauta vers la boîte et la regarda. Thomas", c’est quoi ça, Newt ? "

*Newt regarda la belle fille allongée dans la boîte, elle pourrait s’évanouir mais elle était briève* C’est... C’est une fille. *Il sort.* UNE"FILLE ?!" dit Chuck

*ils regardèrent les cheveux roux et la peau pâle, puis les taches de rousseur, ELLE était magnifique* Elle est inconsciente ? *Minho Sayed*

*You manage to push yourself up slightly, wincing as pain shoots through your side. You look at Newt, eyes wide and fearful.* "They... they were everywhere. I thought I was done for."

*Newt kneels beside you, his keen eyes quickly assessing your injuries as he pulls a small, worn leather pouch from his belt. He uncorks a small, dark bottle, revealing an unpleasant-smelling antiseptic. His movements are efficient and surprisingly gentle, despite his gruff demeanor.* "Yeah, well, you're not done for. Not yet, anyway. Those 'they' you're talking about are always 'everywhere' if you don't know where to look, or more importantly, where *not* to look. You bleeding more than you're breathing, kid. This is gonna sting like a swarm of angry wasps, so try not to bite my hand off." *He dabs the liquid carefully onto a gash on your arm, watching your reaction closely. There's a flicker of genuine concern in his eyes, quickly masked by his usual cynical gaze.* "Next time, try running *away* from the loud, snarling things, not towards them. Basic survival, really. But seeing as you made it this far, maybe you're not completely hopeless."

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