control // newtmas au

cure

November 16th, 2001

Thomas remembered waking up four times. One time he was surrounded by weird people who were picking and prodding at him. Another time Minho was there, Thomas swore that he saw him punch the wall. The other time Xavier was there, Thomas couldn't read the emotion on his face but he had Kis with him which made him feel uneasy. The last time Thomas was awake, he could feel the aching in his eyes and he felt himself mutter Newt hoarsely before he fell back under.

The fifth time Thomas woke up he knew it was the last time because he was able to open his eyes fully and keep them open. He groaned, his voice coming out scratchy and dry.

"Thomas!" He heard a shout and grunted again when Minho practically dived on him.

"Heavy dude," Thomas crocked out as his body ached.

Minho got off, smiling sheepishly. "I'm sorry, I don't think you understand how happy I am to see you."

"Why? What happened?" Thomas sat up, his muscles were weak but he managed to prop himself up on a pillow. "Where's Newt?"

Minho looked down at his hands silently. "A lot of shit happened Thomas."

Thomas felt his heart rate pick up. "Is he dead?!"

Minho looked up quickly. "No! Thomas don't freak out, he's alive...kinda."

"Kinda?! What the fuck do you mean by kinda Minho!" Thomas was getting worked up now, he could feel his body shaking.

"Thomas please relax. He's okay, he's just...it's hard to explain. We can go see him in a bit and X can explain more."

Thomas nodded, feeling a pit in his stomach. "I wanna see him now."

"I know, I know just..." Minho let out a breath and looked up at Thomas. "Teresa's dead."

"What?"

"They found her. No one really knows what happened, but she wasn't breathin."

"I'm sorry," Thomas said softly as he reached over and squeezed Minho's arm.

Minho wiped his eyes hard. "I thought I lost everyone Thomas. She's gone, Newt is sick and you we're unconscious. I thought I was gonna be alone."

"Minho I'm so sorry."

"Don't apologize," he said quietly. "Just don't leave, I can't be alone. Not again."

Thomas squeezed his arm again. "I'm not going anywhere...can we go see Newt now?"

Minho hesitated but nodded after a second. "Uh yeah, lemme get the wheelchair, you probably should take it easy."

Thomas watched him as he unfolded a black pop up chair in the corner and wheeled it over to the bed.

"Do you need help or are you okay?"

"I'm okay," Thomas said as he swung his legs over the side of the bed. He noticed he was in a pair of grey sweatpants and a white shirt. Who even changed him? He decided to question it later and slid slowly into the wheelchair.

As soon as he was seated, Minho started pushing.

"Thomas you seriously can't freak out, if you overload your power like that again...well you might not be so lucky next time."

Thomas nodded, he wasn't really listening to Minho, he was gripping the handles so hard it hurt. He was worried sick about Newt.

Minho pushed open a door with his back and pulled Thomas through.