ᵗʷᵒ 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒 ⁿᵉʷᵗᵐᵃˢ (ᶜᵒᵐᵖˡᵉᵗᵉᵈ)

Helplessly Hoping

THOMAS POV

A blinding, inhuman version of his scream. The only scream that could make me go crazy. 

My head whips around to the direction it's coming from.

"Thomas, no." Minho cautions. 

But of course, I ignore him.

I sprint towards the sound as fast as I can. "NEWT!" I cry. "NEWT!"

I try to wrench open the door but it's locked. I ram my shoulder into it. I only succeed in dislocating it. I look in through the small window. They have some sort of weird needle things going into his stomach. I start to sob but it's not out of sadness, more out of anger, out of fear. I sink to the floor, pressing my back against the door. There's nothing I can do.

A black-haired doctor walks up to me. "Hello. Can I help you?"

I look up at him. He's handsome, there's no denying that, but he also has a sense of arrogance around him I don't enjoy. 

"Who are you?" I spit.

"Dr. Shepherd." He says, sticking out his hand. I stand and shake it. "I was one of your doctors."

"Oh." I say. "Hello. I'm Thomas. But I guess you know that."

Dr. Shepherd laughs. "Yes. I do." He folds his arms across his chest. "Now, why are you in front of my OR."

"My-my-" I'm not exactly sure what he is. "My Newt is in there and I need to see him."

The arrogant doctor smiles at me in a slightly pitying way. "Thomas, I can't do that." 

"Well, um, I need to get in there, whether you let me or not." I say, narrowing my eyes. 

"Why don't you call me Derek?" He says out of nowhere.

"What?" I ask. 

"Call me Derek." He says. "I'm not your doctor anymore, so call me Derek."

"Okay, Derek." I say with venom. "Let me see Newt."

Derek sighs. "Listen, Thomas, I cannot do that because Newt won't even know you're there. Newt won't know. You can't help him right now, Thomas."

I wince. That hit me hard. Mostly because I know he's right. I lick my lips anxiously. 

"Now, please either go back to the waiting room or somewhere else." Derek says, placing a firm hand on my arm.

I jerk away and walk out, shooting backward glances at Derek and the room. I walk speedily past Minho and Elizabeth, who sit anxiously in the waiting room. 

NEWT POV

"Newt...Newt..."

I sit bolt upright. I'm wearing a white long-sleeved shirt and a pair of grey sweatpants. I look at my outfit, confused. 

"Newt...Newt..."

I sit on an operating table in the middle of an empty grey room. 

"Newt...Newt..."

I search around for the source of the voice. I try call out but I can't.

"No, you won't be able to speak right now." The voice says. "And you won't be able to find me either."

I sit on the edge of the table and try to hop off.

"No, no, you can't do that either. Just sit still."