Thomas Stilinski

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For the past few months Newt had been throwing up a lot, it worried everyone most of all Thomas and Minho who took everything he had to carry off him other than his gun and knife. they made sure he ate more to make up for what he lost and that he slept as long as possible.

They stayed in abandoned building they found for days on end, it wasn't their best plan with the threat of WICKED still hovering over their head but they had to make sure Newt was ok. He complained every time they took a break for him that he didn't need it, yeah no one was buying that at all.

Newt despite throwing up every day seemed to be putting more and more weight on as well as becoming more and more tired as time went on. 

"we need to find a doctor for newt" the others looked at Minho as he quietly spoke. it was late, a few hours after the sun had gone down and they were sitting around a fire with newt asleep a few feet from them covered in blankets. "he's not getting any better we need to find someone who knows what it is and how to treat it" Thomas placed his arm around Minho and pulled him against his chest placing his head on top of his.

"we will, he won't die I - we won't let him, not after everything we've been through together." the others nodded along with his words, shooting them both reassuring smiles.

"yeah amigo we won't let your lover boy die that easily." Jorge smiled at them, "now go get some sleep your no good to any of us if you're sleepwalking tomorrow, go." Minho stood with that placing a kiss on Thomas's forehead before making his way over to newt and curling up next to him.

"I'll take the first watch," Thomas stood up taking one of the guns and his knife and walked over to a window overlooking the streets below. he heard someone walking and stopping next to him.

"you know he's going to be ok right?" he looked at frypan briefly before returning his gaze to the street.

"I don't know anymore fry," he spoke quietly to avoid the other hearing him and took a deep breath, " I want to believe it but Minho's right he's not getting better i-"

"but he's also not getting any worse either, we know it's not the flare he hasn't shown any sign of it at all," he placed his hand on Thomas's shoulder "there's still hope that he might get better on his own" he squeezed his shoulder, "you know what your doing isn't making things any better."

"what do you mean?" he glanced at him through the corner of his eye.

"This: taking the first watch, not waking anybody up to take over from you till a few hours from sun up, it's not healthy Thomas and isn't helping Newt or Minho if anything you are making thing worse by making them worry." his voice had become harsher towards the end but his words were ringing with truth.

"You think I don't know that!" he snapped at his friend turning to glare at him, "I feel so shucking useless fry watching him throw up daily whilst he's still putting on weight it makes no sense and I I don't know anymore, everyone looks to me for guidance and leadership but I have no idea what I'm doing I'm guessing half our moves and the others are only half planned but somehow seeing all of you alive and knowing I can find a way out keeps me from giving up... but now Newts sick and I have no idea what to do anymore" he had stood up to look frypan in the face and sunk down.

"Thomas we follow you because we believe in you and," he gave him a smile "you do know what you're doing you just don't know you.... shucking hell, JORGE PUT THE FIRE OUT" Thomas follow frypans gaze to the street, he could see at 2 vans pulling up outside.

"Everyone get your guns and get out of sight" he moved over to Minho and Newt picking up a pair of guns for them on his way there.. they pushed themselves back into the shadows that covered the wall.