ᵒⁿᵉ 𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐃 ⁿᵉʷᵗᵐᵃˢ ᵃᵘ (ᶜᵒᵐᵖˡᵉᵗᵉᵈ)

fear in the face of danger

Newt wakes up, intense pain searing through his shoulder. He gasps, pressing his palm to his wound. Heat waves pass through his body and he feels like he might pass out. He glances to his left, he sees Thomas.

"T-Tommy." He breathes. "I j-just need you to wake up for a second."

Thomas squints against the sudden light. "Newt? Are you okay?" 

"I don't think so." Newt says. He shivers.

Thomas sits up and helps Newt sit up too. 

"Tommy, wh-what are we going to do?" He whispers

Thomas wraps his arms around the blond. "I don't know." He says. He presses his lips to the top of his head. "I really don't now."

Newt's breathing slows. "It's...alright."

"Newt, no." Thomas says. "You can't give up. Please. I still need you."

Newt looks at him. "I love you, Tommy." He breathes.

"I love you too." Thomas says. "I love you, so please, please, don't die."

"Tommy, I...I can't." He says. "I can't. I can't do it."

Tears fall down Thomas's cheeks. "Newt, please. I just need you to do this one thing for me."

Newt looks at him gently. "Tommy..." 

Thomas bites his lip. "Please. Please, Newt, please."

Newt breathes out softly. "Okay...okay..."

Minho wakes up. He glances at Thomas who gives him a worried look. Newt's fallen asleep in his arms.

"Minho, I don't know what to do." Thomas says. "I think...I think he's dying."

Minho's face hardens. "No. Absolutely not. We will find a way to help him. You know what, I'm going to go find some kind of bandage or medicine or something. If I'm not back in ten hours, I'm dead."

"Don't joke like that." Thomas says. 

Minho nods and runs off down the street. 

Thomas looks down at Newt. He looks so peaceful. Thomas kisses his forehead. 

"Please, don't die." He whispers but the boy keeps sleeping. 

Newt shifts in his sleep. Thomas grabs his hand. 

"Newt, wake up." He says suddenly, rather loudly.

The sleeping boy jumps. "Tommy!" He says, startled. "What is it?"

"I need you to stay awake." Thomas says.

"Why?" Newt asks, his eyes nearly slipping shut again. "I'm so tired, Tommy."

Thomas looks at him. "I know, but I need you to stay awake. Minho's coming and he'll help."

Newt reaches for Thomas's hand. "Tommy, you need to relax. I'll be f-fine." He brushes some hair out of his face with a shaky hand. "Just calm down."

Thomas nods. "Okay."

Thomas threads his arms around Newt's waist, pulling him closer. Newt puts his arms around his neck. 

"But I just need one promise." Thomas says. 

Newt nods. "What is it, love?"

"I need you not to die." He says.

Newt looks at Thomas sadly. "Oh, Tommy, I can't promise that. You know that."

Thomas nods. "I know. I just...I can't."

"Can't what?" Newt asks. 

"I can't...can't lose you. I can't lose you and I can't watch you suffer." Thomas says quietly. "I think I need you."

"You don't." Newt says. "We're so young. This isn't even real love."

"Wh-what do you mean?" Thomas asks.

"Tommy, we both know this isn't going to last." Newt says. "I mean, it'll be great for however long we're together but either I'm going to die, or we're going to break up or you're going to die or we'll just drift apart."

Thomas looks at him. "Are you breaking up with me?"

"No!" Newt says. "Not at all! I'm just being realistic. Listen, maybe I'll just go back to sleep."

Thomas releases him and stands up, letting him sleep.

Thomas sits against a tree, thinking about what Newt said. Was it true? Were they not really in love? Did it not even matter? Thomas drifts into a dream disturbed sleep.

The next morning, Thomas is shaken awake by Minho.

"I got bandages, a suture kit that I barely know how to use and advil." He says, holding the things up. He looks at the suture kit. "Do you know how to use this?" he asks.

"Um, no, not really." Thomas says. He walks over to Newt. "Wake up."

Newt's eyes flutter open and he looks at Thomas and the things in Minho's hand.

"This is gonna hurt." Minho says. 

Thomas grabs his hand. Minho takes the needle and thread and presses it to Newt's skin. 

"You ready?" He asks. 

Newt nods, bracing himself. Minho slides the needle into his skin. Newt bites his lip and squeezes Thomas's hand. 

Minho finishes the stitches and Newt releases Thomas's hand, panting. Minho hands him advil.

"Take this." He says.

"Thanks?" Newt says, but swallows the pills. He looks at Thomas, breathing heavily. "Now can I sleep?" He asks.

"Yes," Thomas says. "Go to sleep." He kisses his forehead and Newt falls asleep, his head in Thomas's lap.

A/N: Well...I've been watching Phineas and Ferb for fourteen hours straight and I'm only on the second season. Ferb is the best character. I am totally gay for Vanessa. Okay that's all. Yeah. I'm really weird. Thanks for reading.