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Newt had spent the rest of his first day of rebellion quietly hopping about doing very little, befor heading to bed early, exhausted over nothing and glad of it.

The next morning, though, the lack of productivity had begun to get to him, and he decided to do something about it. After a slow pleasant breakfast, he collected his tools and a bucket load of a few choice materials, and carried it all out to the beach. He spread a blanket out across the sand in the shady spot near the jungle, and then laid out his tool box and materials content as could be. He had seen a flier a while back while cleaning that had given him an idea, but hadn't had the time to act upon it until now. Carefully, he twisted wire into hooks, twisting them deep into the thin little hunks of drift wood with a dribble of glue. Then it just took a piece of string, and he could string the pieces together. It took him two and a half hours before he had managed to finish the limp, jointed doll bodies, and he lay them down on the sand as he picked up the various things he had found for possible heads.

At the sudden emergence of the deer woman, Newt froze from where he had been sculpting an angry face into a potato, and blinked at her in a moment of frozen horror. Once he managed to collect himself, he shook his head and sat up straight. "Ah... m-muh-muh-miss Em-emer-Em-em-emmmuh..." He gave up in case she was wounded or something urgent.

He set his puppet-in-the-making down, taking a small hop towards her looking out for any sign of blood. "Are.... are y-y-" He tried Thom's tapping trick again, tapping on his thigh to try to keep a rhythm to speak to, "...y.... you alright?" He managed.

No amount of tapping could help him just then. He gaped, wide eyed with his mouth open until he thought to snatch up the corner of his blanket and pull it over his work in case she got sick on anything important.

Newt groaned internally at the mess on his tools, scrambling for his roll of paper towels to offer to her for her face, "Are... are yu-yu-yu-yu-you alright? Are... d-do... sh-should I...?" He didn't want to have to call the labs! Oh, PLEASE Let him not have to call the labs! What if she had contracted some terrible jungle virus that turned you inside out, or some animal disease that shouldn't effect humans but do anyway... of course, she also might have been hung over, but that was just yet another horrible possibility that ran through the frog's mind.

Even Newt had his limits. He'd eat bugs, clean up filth, dive through dumpsters and wallow in mud, but there was something about things basted in stomach acid that made his own bile rise. He gave a squeak, keeping these feelings down and tried to find his lips again. "....ah... ah... ah... " Tap, try tapping! He tapped, mouth opening and closing soundlessly befor he practically shouted, "H-here! L-lay d-down here...!"

He hopped closer, straightening to try to guide her to the clear spot on the blanket and pushed his things to the side out of the way. "D-d-d-do you nuh..." Tap tap tap, "Do you... need th... " tap tap tap, "the labs?"

Newt gave a whimper, fumbling back to snatch up his tools and parts to put them away in their bucket and tool box, "J-juh-just... j-just w-w-woo-woo-wait here..." Where to hide them? In the jungle. He'd cut through the way she came and hide them under a tree.... "Y-you j-just... w-wait here and I'll... I'll g-g-go c-call them, alright?"

Newt was quick to hide his tools and project tucked under a cluster of rocks amongst the trees and covered with sticks and underbrush to hide where he had hidden them. That taken care of, he bounded off towards the village as fast as his froggish legs could leap. He skidded to a stop at the public intercom, his throat dancing with anxiousness. What if Sabin picked up and spotted him in his swim trunks? Was Thom here? As he had gone through the forest, he had looked about to see if he could spot the giant snake, but either he was very good at hiding, or the snake man had been lying to him. Regardless, he had no choice in the matter. Emerwyn needed him! She was... dying or something all over his blanket! He dialed for the labs, croaking in his nervousness.

"Feral Labs..." Came the bored male voice on the other end. Not even bothering to elaborate on the standard greeting with an inquiry of the problem or their identity.

"Ah..." Right. Right. Remember to tap. "I... I'm calling... f...for an...." He swallowed. Tap tap tap on his swim trunks, "emergency! On... on the... beach....m-m-muh..." No! No, he had to speak clearly!

"Oh GOD, it's you." Came the voice with an obvious sneer. A few keystrokes and the bloated frogman was brought up on the desktop before the lab tech unlucky enough to be on phone duty.

Newt was quivering, bug-eyed in his muddy swim trunks, tapping his webbed hand desperately on his knee while trying to remain sounding coherent. "M-muh-muh-muh-" Unfortunately, he was beginning to panic. He forgot that it wasn't just Sabin he wasn't fond of speaking to at the labs. It was everyone else as well. His throat danced, "KrrKIT! Miss... E..." Now came the tough part. "Eh..." He choked out, mouth opening and closing soundlessly. Tap tap tap. Em. Er. Wyn. Em. Er. Wyn. He mouthed it, eyes watering.

"Oh god. either spit it out or get off the damn phone." The labtech rolled his eyes. Why did HE have to be on the phone when Newt called?

"Eh... Em-em-em-em-em-emer-emr-emerwuh-emerwyn!" It burst forth like water rushing from a broken dam, and ended in a thoroughly embarrassed croak that he quickly followed up with, "Sh-she's s-sick!"

"Ah." He responded, nonplussed. There was some more keystrokes as he brought up Emerwyn's vitals and peered at them. "Look, just take her to Delia. She should be able to help her out."

"Y-y-y-y-yessir," Newt nodded, even if he wasn't fully aware just how on camera he was. "B-but... but sh-she... she was vom-vom-vom-vom-vomiting a l-loo...a l-loo... all over!"

"Her vitals aren't too out of whack. Maybe she has food poisoning or something. Delia has a clinic and should be able to help her feel better, or let us know if it's somethin worse."

He nodded again, "Th-th-th-tha-thank you!"

"Yeah, uh huh. Bye." And he was disconnected without another stutter.

He swallowed, catching his breath quickly before he lept off back towards the beach where he had left her.