Control ~ newtmas (completed)

Chapter 23

Newt POV

I'm now back at the hospital. 

Even though Thomas mom hasn't called, it's just better if I stay here. 

Well, it will make me feel better. 

Now let me tell you, when Thomas mom sees me again she isn't surprised. 

Instead she gives you that sigh that is speaking, "I give up."

I plop down on the seat next to her. 

"When will he wake up?" I ask. 

"Soon." She replies. 

After a couple of minutes I decide to go get coffee.

I haven't gotten any sleep. 

I'm just fitting in naps from here and there. 

When I come back from getting my coffee, which is really crappy by the way. Thomas finally wakes up.

Thomas POV

I wake up crying. 

Luckily my mom is right next to me when I wake up. 

I look around and see that I'm in the hospital. 

I rub my eyes, I don't want to be here. 

"Hey, hey, hey. You're okay." My mom assures me. 

"I thought I was going to die." I tell her. 

The tears continue to come out of my eyes. 

"You told me that you won't die until you go to a bts concert." She lightens up the mood. 

I give a weak laugh. 

We continue to chat for a little bit and I eat some food to feel more like myself again. 

My mom then says, "Newt is here by the way. Do you want me to let him in? He has been waiting for hours." 

Newt. Doesn't. Care. About. Me. 

Why should I let him in? 

"No." I say flatly. 

"Are you sure?" My mom asks me. 

"You know he broke me." I tell her. 

She nods her head in agreement.

"Want to know what I think? I think you should hear him out. Plus, he's a mess out there, you can probably make him a little better." She suggests.

I really don't want to see him though. 

He's probably doing this out of kindness. 

I say okay. 

It doesn't matter. 

I wipe the tears off my face. 

Must stay strong .

After my mom walks out of the room Newt comes in. 

With light footsteps he comes in the room looking at me and then right at the floor. 

Not saying anything. 

"You know I'm awake." I tell him. 

He takes a seat on the stool next to my bed. 

He is still quiet. 

Can he fucking say something? 

We aren't in freaking detention!

"Are you going to say anything? If you're not then you can go." I finally say. 

All of a sudden he bursts out crying.