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first time writing this kinda thing AND author notes after -
warning: losing virginity (both sides), implicit wording, talk of masturbation, handjob (receiving), hickeys, kissing, kinda details but not??, idk just read it LOL
(Colour) eyes blinked open, landing on the off-white ceiling above him. His body immediately tuned in with the bandages that were wrapped around his torso. A dull ache made itself known as (Y/n) tried to sit up.
It honestly felt like he just woken up from a long nap. Groggily, he looked out the window doors, squinting and only seeing a vast amount of blue water.
The ocean...
The amount of it was honestly nerve racking. (Y/n) knew where he was. He knew he was on a boat... which meant the Right Arm. Meaning that Safe Haven was in the near future.
(Y/n) groaned softly, rubbing his eyes with one hand. He needed to find Newt. Panic started to set in. Where was Newt? Did he turn? Did he... no, surely he wouldn't... Thomas and Minho would stop him.
The man crawled out of bed, staggering towards the door of the room. His stitches spiked in pain, a warning for him to take it easy. It beeped open and (Y/n) weakly stepped through the halls. Why the hell do they all look the same?
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With the persuasion of Thomas, Newt had left (Y/n)'s side, on the medical floor, to take care of his hygiene. He spent his day getting Maddie to cut his hair shorter than it originally was. He also had the longest shower and laid on the bed with a towel wrapped around his waist.
For three months, the ship had been at sea, and in another three, it'll be at Safe Haven. The blonde knew he should feel at least satisfied. He was cured from the Virus. His friends will finally be free from WICKED. None of it felt enjoyable though. (Y/n) wasn't awake to celebrate the freedom.
It was finally around mid-afternoon, meaning that Newt had at least two hours to himself before he had to help with dinner preparations. Vance had told the medical staff that Newt wasn't allowed to visit for more than hour. An hour for him to only stare at an unconscious man. An hour he had to choose carefully.
The staff did allowed him to do certain tasks, being his lover and such. Like bathing and changing clothes. Newt was forever grateful for the medical staff, maybe because it was the only time of the day that allowed him to see if (Y/n) was still alive.
He noticed that nurses started to jog past him, radios screeching on and off. Once he looked up to the commotion, his stomach dropped. (Y/n)'s room was empty. Empty.
Fear bubbled in the bottom of Newt's stomach. Surely WICKED didn't get their hands on him again? Oh god, please don't let that be the case. Newt immediately turned on his heel and started to stride towards the elevator. He needed to get his own hand radio to inform Thomas.
