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tommy

"It worked Bren. His eyes are clearing."
Minho looked up from his dying friend sprawled on the ground to Thomas, who finally, after years, had hope in his eyes. They were glistening with tears, but you could see a small smile starting to spread on his face as Newt came to. The horrifying voids of blackness Thomas had gazed into moments before were completely cleared, back to Newt's normal brown. His struggling breaths and moans of pain were heard throughout the whole smoldering city. And that's when Thomas realized...they were all going to die unless they found a way out.
Buildings surrounding them were already weak from the attacks, blazing in fire. Some had already collapsed, breaking the sound barrier with their massive explosions.
"We gotta get out of here! Make a path while I carry him!"
Minho, Brenda, and Gally all started to work, clearing rubble and debris out of the way. Being as careful as he possibly could, Thomas grasped him in his arms bridal style. Newt wrapped his arms around his neck, and despite the situation, Thomas smiled when he mumbled "Tommy". His head nestled into his neck as he fell into slumber again, making Thomas blush and trudge faster.
Thank god the serum was working... otherwise Thomas wouldn't know how to live. Newt truly was the glue, and he kept him sane and alive. Also, the unconscious boy wasn't aware of his massive crush just yet, which made Thomas' drive to keep him alive ignite even more. He trudged his way through the rubble, his grip never faltering on Newt's lower thighs, even when he stumbled slightly. Newt stirred in his arms but never fully awoke again as they walked.