Newt isn't expecting the shove. In fact, he's not even paying attention, busy fishing for his phone in the blankets when Semiyon's hand finds him. His head cracks against the wall behind him and he yelps.
"What the fuck? What's your problem?"
He knees Semiyon in the back in an attempt to shove him off the bed. It's petty, but the anger caught him by surprise.
The knee gets Semiyon right in the sweet spot near his spine and he wheezes, pitching over as the air gets knocked out of him. He doesn't so much fall off the bed as he does half slide off and half lower himself gingerly to the ground, one hand gripping at his side as he heaves to get air back into his lungs.
He stays there a long while, head pressed against the side of the mattress.
Part of what he feels is anger. The desire to retaliate swells in his chest with the same painful pulse caused by the lack of air but the other part of him just wants to slink away.
He gathers himself off the floor, walks with uneven footsteps to the door, and then slams it behind himself as he leaves. In all of this, he says nothing.
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"What the fuck? What's your problem?"
He knees Semiyon in the back in an attempt to shove him off the bed. It's petty, but the anger caught him by surprise.
"What happened to worrying about my safety?"
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He stays there a long while, head pressed against the side of the mattress.
Part of what he feels is anger. The desire to retaliate swells in his chest with the same painful pulse caused by the lack of air but the other part of him just wants to slink away.
He gathers himself off the floor, walks with uneven footsteps to the door, and then slams it behind himself as he leaves. In all of this, he says nothing.