ᵒⁿᵉ 𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐃 ⁿᵉʷᵗᵐᵃˢ ᵃᵘ (ᶜᵒᵐᵖˡᵉᵗᵉᵈ)

are we dead?

Thomas stands up. 

"Hello, Thomas." Paige says. "I've been dying to meet you."

Thomas looks at her. "Wish I could say the same."

She laughs. "A sense of humor. I like it."

Newt stands too, grimacing as he puts weight on his ankle. "Don't touch him."

Paige tuts. "Newt, you know better than this."

"Maybe I did." Newt says. "But that's changed."

Paige nods. "I see that."

Teresa and Minho walk over too. "I wouldn't try anything." Minho threatens. 

Paige laughs a dry laugh. 

"Grab my hand." Thomas hisses to Newt.

"What?" Newt says. "Why?"

"Just do it!" He says.

Newt does, intertwining their fingers. He whispers the same thing to Teresa and she protests far less. She wraps a hand around Minho's arm. Thomas breathes in and pauses time.

"Oh, Tommy, you're a genius." Newt says, looking at the paused Paige. "Ha, she looks so dumb."

"Alright, but we just have to get as far away as possible." He had dropped Teresa's hand but didn't let go of Newt's.

Newt glances at Teresa, who's looking at Thomas. Newt puts a hand on his cheek and kisses him.

"Come on." He says, grinning smugly. 

Teresa shoots him a glance. He ignores it.

The four of them walk as long as they can before it becomes obvious Thomas is in pain.

Newt stops moving but doesn't let go of his hand. "Sit down, love."

Thomas groans, half in pain, half in exasperation. "It hardly hurts." 

"At least resume time, Tommy." Newt says.

"I-" Then, pain explodes in his chest and he falls to his knees, accidentally restarting time.  

He falls backwards, lying on his back.

"Tommy? Tommy!" Newt says, dropping to his knees as well. "Tommy, oh my god."

He moves the other boys head into his lap. Thomas's eyes flutter open and closed. He's half asleep and half awake. 

"Tommy, stay awake, please." Newt begs. "Please."

But Thomas falls asleep, his pain disappearing.

"Tommy!" Newt says.

He feels a hand on his shoulder. Minho.

"He'll be okay." Minho says. "Just let him rest."

Hot tears run down Newt's face, falling onto his shirt.

Teresa moves over, sitting next to him. "Minho's right. He'll be fine."

That just makes him cry harder. "Go away." He chokes. "Go away."

"But-"

"GO AWAY!" He shouts. "GO! AWAY!"

Teresa gets up, shocked at his sudden outburst. She walks over to Minho. Newt sighs, looking at Thomas. Then, he thinks of something. He pulls Thomas's shirt up. His chest is red, but it has a golden shine. Newt bites his lip, worry flooding his brain. This can't be good.

"Newt, what are you doing?" Minho asks, walking over. "Oh." 

"Shit." Newt mutters.

Then, Thomas stirs. Newt brushes some hair out of his face.

"Tommy," He says gently. "Wake up."

Thomas's eyes flutter open. He groans. Newt kisses him softly.

"Aw." Minho mocks. "We don't have time for that." He says.

Newt glares at him. "Shut up. We have time. There's always time."

Thomas doesn't sit up, partly because he doesn't really have the energy, partly because he honestly enjoys it.

Newt runs his fingers through his hair. Minho rolls his eyes. 

"Whatever." He says. "Whenever Thomas is feeling better, we are leaving." 

Minho walks away. Newt chuckles. Thomas looks up at him. 

"Hey, Tommy," He says. "How're you doing?"

"Terrible." Thomas says. "But fine."

Newt laughs. "That's not how it works, love."

Thomas sits up and groans. "Bad plan but it's happening anyway."

Newt rolls his eyes, smiling. "Absolutely not." He puts a hand on his chest and pushes him back down. "There's time for all of it. Thanks to you." He says, kissing him sweetly. 

Thomas sighs. "Alright."

Minho walks over. "We have to go."

"No, we don't." Newt says, scowling. "Not anymore we don't."

Minho groans. "I can't just sit here! It's dumb!"

"Go hang out with Teresa." Newt instructs. "Keep her away."

Minho snorts but walks away towards the girl.

"You don't like her much, do you?" Thomas asks, grinning.

"What?" Newt asks, seeing his face. "Of course I don't."

Thomas chuckles. "Mhm. Of course."

"Do you like her?" Newt asks quickly. 

Thomas shakes his head, laughing. "Of course not. But you're adorable when you're jealous."

"I'm not jealous." Newt says defensively.

"Mhm. Sure." Thomas says. He tries to sit up again but just lays right back down. "Bad idea."

Newt shakes his head. "Tommy, just lay down."

Thomas does.

"It's getting late anyway." Newt says, looking up at the sky. 

"Yeah." Thomas says, yawning.

"Go to sleep, Tommy." Newt says, but Thomas already fell asleep, Newt's hand still in his hair. 

A/N: Well, um...nothing really to say. Yeah. Thanks for reading! <3. Also, sorry, I will try to make my chapters longer it's just that my brain is being dumb today.