anon // newtmas au

chapter thirteen

     "Newt's not at school," Thomas told Minho, dropping into the seat next to him at the lunch table.

    Minho stopped eating, looking at Thomas. "Really? He's not here again?"

     "I'm really worried Min. I texted him this morning."

     "Lemme see," Minho said, holding out his hand for Thomas' phone. Thomas pulled it out of his pocket, opening up his and Newt's conversation before handing it to him.

     "I really hope I'm not gonna see a dick in here."

     Thomas rolled his eyes. "Come on, you know all dick pics are sent over Snapchat."

     Wow did you just make a joke? I'm shocked." Minho snickered as he scrolled through the messages. Suddenly his expression fell. "He hasn't responded to you for three days?"

     Thomas shook his head. "Not my texts. He snapped me a few times though."

     "Has his mom said anything to you?"

     "You're kinda freaking me out Min. Is he alright?"

     Minho looked around the table, sighing and standing up. "Come on Thomas, let's go talk."

    Thomas was extremely confused, but followed Minho anyways. They snuck out of the cafeteria, sitting on the floor of the hallway outside.

     "I need to know what you know about Newt okay?" Minho turned to look at him, bumping their knees together.

     "Like what kind of stuff?"

     "The serious stuff, I need you to be serious right now Thomas okay?"

     Thomas nodded, feeling his stomach drop. "Okay. Uh I know how he got in the wheelchair. I know he tried to...ya know, I know he jumped. I know he had a lot of surgeries and he let me see his leg."

     Minho blinked a couple of times. "I'm sorry what? He let you see his leg?"

     "Yeah, two weeks ago. He showed me after prom when we were uh...you know."

     "He let you fully see it? Like the whole thing?" The shock on Minho's face was freaking Thomas out.

     "Yeah Minho, I just said that."

     He shook his head, grabbing the bridge of his nose and closing his eyes. "Okay this might be good news, he never lets anyone see his leg."

     "Can you just please tell me what's going on?"

     Minho sighed and tipped his head back against the wall. "I think it's bad again Thomas."

     Thomas felt his stomach completely drop. "Oh my god I should have known. Why the fuck didn't I pick up on it?"

     "Thomas stop, don't blame yourself, you haven't seen him like this before. You couldn't have known this was gonna happen again."

     "His mom said something to me....he seemed okay." Thomas felt scared and worried and anxious all over, the emotions repeating in a vicious cycle. "What can I do to help?"

     "I think we should go see him after school. I'll text his mom to make sure it's okay, but if he let you see his leg I think it would be good for you to be with him because he clearly trusts you more than anyone else."

     "Can we go right after school?"

     Minho nodded, taking a deep breath. "I need to make something clear so you don't get upset."