flatsound || newtmas

twenty

tw. mentions of suicide attempts, sexual harassment, and abuse.

- this is a long one, be ready for feelings and maybe a little bit of crying.

The rain hadn't ceased as Thomas cried. The boy in his arms had almost just died, and he didn't know what to do. He felt like his life had flashed before his eyes.

What if he hadn't caught him? What if he fell all the way off the fifteen story building? What if he were gone, forever?

'No, Thomas. Get your ass up and help, crying isn't going to solve anything.' The voice of his Father rang in his head. This time, he knew he was right.

Thomas looked around, seeing a staircase that lead to the rooftop. He glanced back at Newt, seeing his eyes closed and the steady breathing of his chest. Thomas tried to believe he wasn't dead, even with his chest moving softly. So, he laced his arms under his and pulled him to the red door with the large letters of an exit sign.

***

He heard knocking, or was it beeping? He didn't know. All he could see was the red flesh of his skin under the light. Why was he under light?

He tried to move but he couldn't, not even a finger. So the boy laid there, unable to feel anything.

'Where am I?'  he thought, trying to move again, this time, he tried to open his eyes. He could slightly feel rough fabric under his body. The beeping noise became louder and he heard voices.

'When will he...' the voice dropped before he could hear the rest of the conversation. He heard tapping; on a clipboard maybe?

His breathing kicked up, going into a panic. He didn't remember anything before being in the middle of life or death. All he remembered was a hard surface slamming on his head, then lights out.

'You're saying you can't do anything? Nothing..' a diffrent voice asked. This voice was deeper and had more rasp. He knew the voice from somewhere.

Then it hit him.

Tommy.

***

"Did you hear that?" Thomas looked at Penelope and Dr. Lana. The woman was short and had her dark hair pulled into a tight bun.

She rushed over to the blonde boy who laid on her hospital bed and put her ear closer to him to hear him better.

"Tom-my."

It was less than a whisper, but they both heard him though the small breaths. "Dr. Alec! Mr. Issacs is speaking!" Lana yelled into the corridor. A scruffy, old man came in, his eyebrows resembling caterpillars trying to mate.

"Is he awake?" Alec asked, his voice crashing though the frantic beeping of the heart monitor. "Trying, I think. He said that boy's name," she pointed at Thomas before continuing, "I think he's panicking."

Lana walked over to the monitor, watching the heartrate pulse dramatically. Alec looked at the boy, seeing his chest go up and down frantically, but none of his other limbs had moved.

"You, try talking to him again. It could help calm him down - wake him up even," Dr. Alec told him, before escorting everyone else out of the room. "Give him some privacy, the commotion might give him sudden cardiac arrest."