Lovely ・Newtmas ・

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Thomas woke up in a daze, eyeing the bandages, tubes, and moniters surrounding him, before remembering why he was placed in the hospital.

"You were out for a while," a feminine voice broke the silence.

Thomas saw his best friend, Teresa, sitting in a chair that was placed in the corner of the large room, and thought to his parents.

"Where are Mom and Dad? How badly were they hurt? Are they fine?" Thomas tried to sit up, but a sharp pain in just about every part in his body pulled a groan from his lips as he leaned back onto his pillow.

"They're in another wing. They're getting taken care of, and they'll be fine. You got lucky, though."

"What do you mean?" Thomas observed the bruises and scrapes on his limbs.

Teresa raised her eyebrows and leaned forward, "You almost died. What else would I have meant?" The girl pasted on a pained smile.

Silence overtook the two, and a knock disturbed the comfort. A man with a white coat name tag that read "Clint" walked in.

"How is everyone?" Thomas asked quickly.

The doctor clasped his hands together before replying. "You're parents broke a few bones, and got a couple deep abrasions, but they're virtually okay. However, the other family lost a little girl. The boy cracked his skull and broke both of his legs. The mother and father aren't doing so well, we don't think they're going to live it out."

"How long will they be here?"

"That's yet to be determined, I'm sorry."

Thomas's features visibly fell. "Oh."

More silence.
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Newt tried extremely hard to get his mind off of his pounding headache, and why his head hurt in the first place. He'd been awake for hours, he felt weak. Confusion clouded his brain and senses.

"Hello?" Of course, the blonde didn't expect an answer, and didn't even know why he spoke. No one had walked into his room for over an hour, he had lost any anticipation of someone, anyone, checking on him.

Only now was he aware of the clock above the door, ticking, ticking, ticking away. The noise drove him crazy, and the silence was too loud.  A knock sounded throughout the room and Newt muttered a quiet "Thank God," before someone walked in.

"Sir? My head is killing me and I'm having a problem." He frowned, and hot tears pricked at his eyes as the man turned, expectantly awaiting Newt's answer.

"I can't remember what happened before I woke up. Did I drink something? I don't remember if I'm legal or not. I don't remember anything, at all," he looked down, and tears fell on his thumbs, before he hid them under the spotless, white sheets, as the man in the white coat checked Newt's moniters with a frown, and walked out of his room.
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Wow what am I thinking

It's short
Incredibly short

It's rusty

Wow understatement of the year

Hehe bye