"Thomas."
It was Minho's voice. Weak, but stronger than it had been the last time he'd heard it.
"Thomas. Dude, wake up."
Thomas opened his eyes. Things were blurry for a second, and at first he didn't believe that what he thought just a few centimetres from his face was real. Then it's image sharpened.
It was an apple.
"How did you..." Thomas didn't bother finishing, those words alone sapped his strength.
"Just eat it, you look dead." Minho crunched on his own apple.
Thomas didn't hesitate and grabbed the apple without a word of thanks. He took a small bite. The burst of flavour and juice was a glorious thing. He moaned and attacked the rest of it, finishing before Minho could finish his.
"Where...where did you get this?" Thomas panted slightly. There's a shuck load of food in the common room, everyone's stuffing themselves silly, there's boys puking left and right." Minho laughed and held out his hand. "C'mon shank."
Thomas let himself be pulled off the bed and they walked to the common room. Indeed there were tables piled with fruit, veg and packages of various sizes.
"Hey, where's Newt?" Thomas couldn't see the older boy in the crowd of bodies.
"I think he's in the bathroom." Minho led Thomas over to a corner and dumped an orange and a bag of nuts in his hands. "Eat."
Thomas gladly obliged.
"Woah there, slim yourself nice and calm, you'll throw it all back up otherwise." Minho said as he watched Thomas devour his food, amused.
"I'm dying of shucking thirst, I'll be right back." Thomas said.
"You sound like an idiot using Glader terms!" Minho called after him and laughed when Thomas flipped him off.
Thomas rattled the handle to the bathroom but the door was locked.
"Yes?" A voice answered weakly. A British voice.
"Sorry, I-" Thomas frowned. "Newt?"
"Yeah Tommy?"
Thomas knew something was wrong. "Are you okay?"
"No." Newt groaned.
"I'm coming in alright?" Thomas grabbed the fire extinguisher from the bedroom and bashed off the door handle. The door swung open and Thomas stepped inside.
Newt was sitting on the ground, arms around his stomach, head in his knees.
"Christ, Newt. What's wrong?" Thomas was immediately by Newt's side after closing the door a little.
"Wadya think Tommy?" Newt looked up, his face pale. "Hunger's eatin' away at me like a bloody wild animal. How ironic." Newt managed to roll his eyes before he groaned again and he tucked his head back into his knees.
"Why didn't you eat anything?" Thomas asked, worried.
"Because, Tommy, in case you haven't noticed, we don't have-" Newt's eyes widened and he gasped and whimpered, Thomas saw his fingers bunching the fabric of his shirt at his stomach.
Thomas's heart broke to see the older boy in such pain. He tentatively placed a hand on Newt's shoulder, who leaned into the touch.
Have a great Tuesday.
I hate my Tuesday timetable
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