The Boat On The Beach

Chapter Seven: Night Terrors

It had been two weeks since Newt's sudden appearance, and Thomas's world had shifted slightly. His schedule had gone down the drain, along with all thoughts that weren't of the blond boy. He spent all of his time in the med hut with Newt who was still recovering from the possible puncture in his heart. They didn't have any real doctors, but guessing by the fact the brit vaguely remembered waking up on a surgery table, Ava Paige's goons had patched him up just enough to keep him breathing. 

Thomas originally only stayed with him in the day, bringing the blond breakfast and a smile, and stayed with him until the sun fell amongst the sea again. But one night Thomas had been awoken by Minho who had told him that Newt had had a nightmare and that no one could calm him down. It only took a few small touches and soft tones for the blond to fall back in his arms again in gentle sleep. Ever since then Thomas had been sleeping in the med hut with Newt, until he could move into Thomas's and Minho's hut. It was another one of those nights.

Thomas awoke on the hard floor, which he had never got used too, not in the scorch and not here. He couldn't distinguish what had woken him up until thrashing caught his eye. He looked over at Newt who was struggling against something unknown to the other, and crying out in pain, or fear, probably both. Thomas didn't want to touch the boy incase he lashed out and ended up hurting them both. He gently sat on the edge of the blonds bed. 

"Newt wake up." he said firmly. Newt didn't. Thomas hated seeing Newt like that, in so much pain and terror. Now that Thomas thought about it, he hated seeing Newt in any form of discomfort. He remembered all the walking they'd done in the scorch, and the look of slight pain on the blond boys face as he walked on with his limp. Thomas wanted to carry him, but he could only imagine the teasing he'd get, and although usually picking up the lanky, light boy wouldn't be an issue, Thomas was weak in the scorch and could barely hold himself up.

"Newt!" Thomas said again. Newt bolted up right in a cold sweat, staring at the bed in front of him and shaking. They all got nightmares, no one got to the safe haven without a price to pay, but Newts were worse than the others. Thomas didn't know what they were about, the brit had never told him, but Thomas didn't need to know what they were about to know they were enough to get the blond boys heart pounding. "Hey, hey its ok your ok" Thomas soothed and scooted closer to the boy. Newt went limp and rested on Thomas's side, his head of blond locks resting lightly on the boys shoulder.

"Im sorry" he mumbled.

"It's ok Newt. Its not your fault" He ran his thumb gently over the boys knuckles.

"You don't have to be here, to sleep on the floor. Go back to your hut Tommy, I'll be fine on my own." Newt had been trying to convince Thomas to sleep in his hut ever since he started staying in the med hut.

"Not a chance Newtie"

"Don't call me that."

"Sorry ma'am" Newt smacked his arm. Thomas just laughed softly. He'd missed their light banter, and was excited for Newt to move in. The blond boy gently rubbed his chest, like he was trying to shift heartburn.

"Can I see it?" The brit hadn't let Thomas see his stab wound, because he didn't want Thomas to start blaming himself again, the boy knew that, but he just wanted to see how bad it really was.

"Why do you want to see it so badly?" Newt asked. Thomas shrugged.

"Inspires me. Reminds me how strong willed and stubborn all my friends are."

"Im not the stubborn one Tommy. Your the reason I'm still here. Shuck face" Newt mumbled. Thomas snorted.

"Good to see you too" Newt chewed on his lip in thought. He turned his head so that his nose was almost touching Thomas's jaw. The boys hot breath against Thomas's neck sent shivers down his spine.

"What do you plan on doing with this inspiration?" The look on Newts face showed that he knew Thomas was thinking, and possibly planning something.

"Are you a mind reader? You seem to always be there to come with me to do something stupid."

Newt shrugged. "Someones gotta be here to make sure your idiot ass doesn't end up bloody crank dinner."

"Did you seriously come back from the dead to tell me I'm an idiot?"

"Duh. Why else?" The blond smirked softly and lay back. Thomas lay back with him.

"I want to go back Newt. We're running low on supplies, and..I can't stop thinking about all the people who could still be alive out there. And here I am, the cure, tucked away on an island washing pots and pans when I could be out there saving lives." he murmured. The blond frowned.

"When will it be enough? How many people do you have to save before you decide its enough and you can call it a day? Seriously Tommy, all of us are here is because of you. Isn't that enough for you? Do you not think you deserve peace after all we went through?"

"I just..I can't help but feel guilty. I'm going back anyway. They're sending out a small group to get supplies from the mainland in a few days and I'm going."

"Thomas, you can't be serious-"

"I have to go Newt. I can't stay here. That's not me, I'm not someone who can settle, not just yet."

"I won't let you go-"

"What if I make a deal? I won't go out of my way to save any strangers lives, unless they cross my path and are an actual asset to the team. How does that sound?"

Newt rolled his eyes. 'You didn't let me finish."

"What were you going to say?"

"I won't let you go without me."