Different -newtmas-

the changing

NEWTS POV:

"Tommy please, please wake up." Newt begs the boy, sitting next to his laying body and a pool of blood. He was holding a shirt against his wound. The med-jacks said he woud be better in a few days, or maybe a week. Newt coudn't wait a week, he needed him now.

"We shoud get him to the med-jacks building Newt, he'll get better there, than laying in his own pool of blood." Minho tries to light up his mood and fails, Newt looking over to him with a neutral expression. The sun was rising, so they coud see the way. Clint, Jeff and MInho were carriying Thomas, Newt held a shirt by his wound, to stop the bleeding. They injected him with the serum first thing when he layed down.

They left Newt alone with Thomas, doing their tasks. Clint gave him a leaf of a plant he didn't know, saying it woud help, not what the bleeding has stopped. Newt thanked him, althought he didn't know what to do with it.

"Tommy, I don't know if you can hear this, and I woud probbably come off crazy, if someone caught me talking to well... myself, but you're the only person I can rely on now. Obviousle there's Chuck, Minho and some others, but you're diffrent." Newt whispers, saking Thomases pale, cold hand. If he really died, Newt coudn't live anymore, seriously.

He sat in silence next to him for awhile.

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4 days have passed from Thomases incident, and Newt wasn't himself. He didn't properly eat, he never slept, he wasn't focusing, he just wanted Thomas to get better.

At night time, he woud sit next to Thomas, looking at him, praying, that he woud wake up, and things woud be gone back to normal, but he knew that woudn't happen. Minho tried talking to him, but he pushed him away, later apologising, but no one coud calm him down like Thomas coud, and now the boy was...

dead?

or just unconcious?

Either way, not with him.

He talked to him every chance he got, and hoped, that he heard him. One day, Thomas yanked himself out of bed, yelling something Newt coudn't understand, and falling back asleep right after. The last spark of hope, dissapeared from Newt.

The brunette kept looking worse and worse, by the time passing, his veins black, his hair sweaty. But Newt didn't mind, he still stayed right by his side.

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THOMAS POV:

He heard every word Newt said to him, even if it sounded like he was speaking from another galaxy. His body coudn't react, maybe it was his pain, maybe it was the changing. His words began to get even more distant, turning into muffles, as he was slowly losing his sanity, but he knew he had received the serum, he just didn't know when it woud kick in.

his body regained conciousness in a jolt of pain any itchyness bursting through his skin. First he opened his eyes, analyzing where he was and what the room looked like, focusing on the details. The chair was turned to him sideways, meaning someone had visited him over the past hour or so. it seemed foggy outside, although he coudn't really tell. What time was it? Had he been off for weeks days or even monthis? He wanted to see Newt, but in no way did he have the energy to stand up, he didn't beleive he woud ever have.

"Newt?" He whispered, it was the best he coud say. As if anyone coud have heard him, he sighed and waited for what seemed like years, for someone to come in.

"THOMAS, MY KLUNK, I CAN'T BELEIVE IT!" Chuck yelled, soon noticing his tone and apologising. He ran over to give him a hug, there was an awkward minute, where Chuck was just standing there, looking at him. "oh, I have to tell Newt, he is out of his mind Thomas." Chuck tells him, as he runs off to find Newt.

Out of his mind?

what?

Either way, Thomas was happy to see Newt.

"Tommy." Newt begins, clearly uncomfortable. "Did you happen to hear anything while you were... uhm..." Newt coud barely keep himself from bursting into tears. "Yes, almost all of it, but-" Thomas had run out of words, and energy. He didn't know how to describe the feeling to Newt. "Well, then you know how badly I missed you, so I don't have to tell you now." He fakes a smile, Thomas gestures him to take a seat next to him, and he leaps onto the chair.

"I have been updating you on stuff that's been happening in the glade, not much klunk though. Every day they took a glader. Josh, Jack, Cabe and you. You're the only one, who actually woke up-" His voice breaks in the end, he buries his face into his palms. "Newt, Newt, it's okay, I'm here now." Thomas mutters out, as he tries to collect the energy, to hug him, but he can't. He lets out a groan, as he turns himself to a sitting position. "No Tommy, it's not, I- I'm sorry I made this about myself, I just-" Newt wanders off, his face still buried in his hands, he coudn't face Thomas, not with how he looked like. "Newt" Thomas starts, clearly out of energy. "Please." He ends, exhaling. He was tired. Newts eyes peek through his hands, revealing tear stains. Thomas hadn't noticed how much worse Newt got over the week he was... gone? His face was alot paler, he had huge eye bags, his eyes seemed to be emotionless, he was tired too, but not in the way Thomas was. Newt sits next to him on his bed, gently resting his head on Thomases shoulder. They were both going downhill. "I just- man, Tommy, I really thought you were going to die. I mean I saw it. It went into details, that I never want to see again. I havent slept for three days, I can't eat, I cant function without you." Newt shows a sad, but releived smile up to Thomas, him returning it back. Newt was happy to see his boy again. He knew Thomas didn't have the energy to speak, so he spoke instead.

"I really hope you get better soon. I was given some plants, if you coud call them that, to help heal your wound, Clint said I have to rub it near your scar, is that okay?" Newt gently asks. Thomas nods, laying down.

Newt lifts his shirt up, and flinches. Thomas got unhealthy skinny, his scar sunk deep into his skin, dried up blood on the corners of it. "Sorry." Newt murmured."Yeah, I'm scary." Thomas quietly said, and smiled, he coudn't laugh, it woud take too much energy from him. Newt chuckled, and started gently rubbing herbs near Thomases scar. "Newt" Thomas asks Newt, while he's looking for more plants. "Hm?" He replies, turning to him. "How didn't you find me discusting?" He asks, the question hits Newt like a bullet. "why woud I find you discusting?" He asks back, not wanting to hear the answer, because, of coure, he knew it. "Don't play with me Newt, I know how people look during the changing." Thomas sounded angry and upset, looking over to Newt, who was still in shock, from the question.

"Tommy, you're the most beautiful personI have ever met. Now an before the maze. There isn't a slightest chance in the world, that I woud find you discusting." Newt says, sitting on the chair Thomas kept an eye on, the first time he opened his eyees, after the changing. Thomas nodded, he wasn't sure to wether to beleive him or not. After all, he knew he looked scary when he was going through it, black veins and everything, he wasn't sure that Newt woudn't be afraid of him.

"Now, try to stand up. Small steps, we're going to try walking to the door alright? Jeff said you have to get moving fast." Newt hates to rush him, but he has to, their lives rely on him. "I- alright." Thomas sighs, Newt gives him a look of apology. He wraps his arm around Newts shoulder and the blonde holds him by the waist, to help him stand up.

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(A/N) EIIII another chapterrr

I dont really have anything more to say but yahhh.

Also I'm writing a test in two days and I'm so scared, don't get me wrong I studies but like KANASBJSJSNDJDJNEN