Don't look back || Newtmas

Seven

Stiles/Thomas' pov

*2 weeks later*

I was just chilling at home. My dad was downstairs, working on a new case, that had come up recently. Scott -like our little thing we had before the maze- was at this moment climbing through my window.

"Scott, what do you want?"

"How the hell did you know it was me!?"

"Well, your not very stealthy and your the only one who climbs through my window, the rest of them use the door."

"Oh shut up, not like you could do anything better" I just nod in agreement, I'm sure I could but okay, I'll just go with it.

"You still haven't answered my question"

"Well, I came to talk to you about, the abomination. You know, the one that's been lurking the woods. Well the abomination now roams the woods in the day time as well, according to Derek."

This feels familiar. Too familiar, but I don't know why. Wait, didn't Newt say he was going for a walk through the woods today, with his family. Shit. I need to make sure he's okay.

I pull out my phone, unlock it and click on Newts contact.

Ring. Ring. Ring. Ring.

Please pick up newt, please. As if some god heard me, newt answered. I didn't start with 'hello' 'how are you?' I went straight to the point. Scott just looked at me confused.

"Newt, where are you?" I said panicked, knowing that Newt could hear it in my voice. Oh no, it was happening. My breath was getting caught at the back of my throat. My lungs felt like they were starting to collapse, caving in, cutting the oxygen off. It all felt too much. My head was spinning, I was getting cut off from reality. My vision was blurry, I didn't like it, it was a horrible feeling. I was having a panic attack, it wasn't the first one. I had one in the maze but Newt was there to calm me, help me breath.

Not to sure how long I'd been lost in my own mind, how long I'd been out of touch with reality but, I could see the out line of a figure in font of me. I think It was Scott, he was saying something it I couldn't quite make out what. It'd been so long since I'd had one of these. Just remember what Newt had done in the maze, remember how he helped you.

"Thomas you okay?" Newt had asked me not to sure why but did.

"Yeah, I'm okay why?" I questioned back.

"Oh, no reason," I nodded and walked off not thinking much of why Newt would ask me a silly question. Walking over the the runners hut, as it was nightfall, which meant the maze doors were shut and, Minho and I had an hour or so before it was tea time.

The both of us were discussing everything and anything that we had found today, we even went over things making sure we hadn't missed anything. "Minho, we should get going there gonna call tea in a minute."

"Yeah good idea," Minho said and left the hut. I was right behind him but something suddenly came over me, I was sure what it was but I knew I was going into panic mode. I needed to sit down so that's what I did, I sat down. My back against the outside wall of the hut.

My breath started to get caught in my throat the oxygen not wanting to pass through into my lungs. I felt as though I was suffocating, being drowned in water with a weight dragging me down deeper and deeper. Sweat dripped from my forehead to the floor, I was panicking more than before. Panicking about the fact that I couldn't breathe, that's when I heard a voice calling my name.

"Thomas," it was a quiet whisper.

Someone was now in front of  me, they were saying something but I couldn't quite make out what. "Focus Tommy, focus on me." The voice had told me, and I now knew who's voice it was from one simple word. I may not be able to see them through my blurry vision but I knew it was, Newt.

He took ahold of my hand in his, put it up to his chest and whispered, "breath with me Tommy, breath." I tried to follow his instructions but my head was pounding, I couldn't focus.

"Tommy please," Newt pleaded but there was nothing I could do. That's when I felt a pair of lips on my own, they were Newts lips. His lips were soft and smooth, they tasted like soil and fresh air from working in the gardens.

It stopped my panic attack had stopped, my breathing was back to normal no longer getting caught in my throat.  I felt relieved, no longer trapped in my own mind.

"What did you do that for?" I questioned Newt, never had he been that impulsive before.

"I heard that it helps panic attacks, if you kiss someone. It stops your mind from racing and gets you to focus on one singular thing," Newt replied

"Okay, I'm going to believe you because it worked," I said to him, kinda mockingly. We then walked off to dinner like nothing had happened.

Going back to that moment helped, my breathing had started to return to normal, Scott was just stood in from of me with another figure, "Newt."

"Hey, to-Stiles," Newt whispered.

"Hey."

"You okay, I'm sorry for making you worry," Newt whispered.

"It's alright, I'm okay now," I said back to him making sure I don't worry him.

"Umm...did I miss something?" Scott asked, but confused.

"No, no, nothing."

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