Him & I (Newtmas story)

Chapter 13: Are We Really Safe?

Hiiiiiii to whoever's reading this, I'm so glad you've read this far already, it for real means so much to me. Thanks for the feedback I've gotten, whether intended or not, I really appreciate it. It also helps with new ideas on how to improve the story! 🩷 I'm sorry this chapter's kind of late, I'm gonna try to get at least one chapter every few days. I'm really sorry if it feels rushed, I kind of feel like it is, so I'll try to slow down and make it really good. Enough about me, onto what you came here for, Chapter 13!!! 🫶

 Thomas's POV:

I Awoke to Newts' warm breath against my cheek, he was leaning against me in this metal machine. I looked down at his stomach, luckily, someone had wrapped it in bandages. I breathed a sigh of relief and surveyed the dark space, it was vibrating, which meant we were still in the helicopter. The others were asleep, all peaceful and such. I didn't know why, but I had a sinking feeling in my gut, like there was more to these people and why they saved us. I just didn't trust them. Newt groaned and shifted next to me, his head still on my shoulder, hand in mine. I glanced out of the old and weathered window  to see little glints of light, flashing outside. I reached into my pocket and pulled out the last thing Chuck gave me before he died, his little wooden man. Dried blood still lingering in the crevices of the handmade token. I felt Newts head lift off of my shoulder slightly, 

"T-Tommy?" He breathed, his voice raspy and full of pain, yet heavy with sleep. 

"Hey there Newt." I replied softly. 

His eyes had a sad and distressed look to them. 

"Tommy what did they do to me!? Tommy! What did you let them do to me!? What did they see!?" Newt said harshly and scared. 

I was at a loss for words, yet I smiled internally when I realised he hadn't let go of my hand.

"Hey, it's alright, all they did was wrap up your wounds, they didn't do anything else, or see anything else, I promise you."

I felt a little bad for lying to him about it, but I just needed him to calm down, I didn't want him to hurt himself. After a small anxiety attack about it, his breathing slowed and he snuggled closer to me. 

"Thank you Tommy, I don't know where I would be without you." 

Even though it was dark in that old helicopter, I could still make out his beautiful face and breathtaking smile. I smiled right back, and leant into his touch. I still felt like shit though, I had done nothing but be a horrible person to him, I didn't deserve that precious boy snuggled against me. I didn't deserve his smile, or his care, or his affection, I didn't deserve anything about him. He was just downright perfect to me, right from the top of his head, to the tips of his toes, and from his scars to his limp. He was perfect, so why did he even like me? Then again, Newt likes everyone. So what makes me so special? I made a mental note to ask him about it later. 

I was just about to drift off when I felt the entire mechanical transporter dropping, and not slowly dropping. I'm talking about when-your-stomach-just-drops-down-to-your-feet-at-the-speed-of-light kind of drop. I clung to Newt, hoping with every fibre of my being that the machine wouldn't break apart and we'd all go flying out. I looked down at the fluffy-haired boy in my arms, his face had resumed its contorted-in-pain expression. His left arm was clutching at his stomach, while his right hand was gripping mine with enough force to shatter bone. 

"What the shuck is happening?!" The jet black haired asian kid yelled, awakening the others who were still miraculously sleeping through this. 

"I don't know!" I yelled at him. Even though we were only a few feet apart, the loud whirring of the helicopter mixed with yelling gladers made it hard to hear each other.