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Thomas
barked
a
sarcastic
laugh
at
the
idea
,
but
Newt
was
n't
smiling
.
The
girl
seemed
to
be
sleeping
peacefully
,
like
she
'd
wake
up
at
any
minute
.
Thomas
had
almost
expected
the
skeletal
remnant
of
a
person
--
someone
on
the
verge
of
death
.
But
her
chest
rose
and
fell
with
even
breaths
;
her
skin
was
full
of
color
.
One
of
the
Med-jacks
was
there
,
the
shorter
one
--
Thomas
could
n't
remember
his
name
--
dropping
water
into
the
comatose
girl
's
mouth
a
few
drips
at
a
time
.
A
plate
and
bowl
on
the
bedside
table
had
the
remains
of
her
lunch
--
mashed
potatoes
and
soup
.
They
were
doing
everything
possible
to
keep
her
alive
and
healthy
.
"
Hey
,
Clint
,
"
Newt
said
,
sounding
comfortable
,
like
he
'd
stopped
by
to
visit
many
times
before
.
"
She
surviving
?
"
"
Yeah
,
"
Clint
answered
.
"
She
's
doing
fine
,
though
she
talks
in
her
sleep
all
the
time
.
We
think
she
'll
come
out
of
it
soon
.
"
Thomas
felt
his
hackles
rise
.
For
some
reason
,
he
'd
never
really
considered
the
possibility
that
the
girl
might
wake
up
and
be
okay
.
That
she
might
talk
to
people
.
He
had
no
idea
why
that
suddenly
made
him
so
nervous
.
"
Have
you
been
writin
'
down
every
word
she
says
?
"
Newt
asked
.
Clint
nodded
.
"
Most
of
it
's
impossible
to
understand
.
But
yeah
,
when
we
can
.
"
Newt
pointed
at
a
notepad
on
the
nightstand
.
"
Give
me
an
example
.
"
