𝓹𝓸𝓻𝓬𝓮𝓵𝓪𝓲𝓷 𝓫𝓸𝔂 // 𝓷𝓮𝔀𝓽𝓶𝓪𝓼 𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂 ✿

Best for Him

I rolled out of bed and into the medjack shack first thing in the morning. Newt wasn't up yet, so I took my time examining him in his peaceful sleep state. His hair laid to the side of his forehead, and his lips weren't pressed into a frown, which made me smile.

Luckily Clint or Jeff basically left him alone for now. I heard him stir, and his breathing intensified, signaling that he was waking up. Only seconds after he sat up he looked to me.

"You're already here." He said, sounding surprised.

"Uh, yeah."

"Did you eat?"

"Um, n- no. No, not yet. I can bring you some food." I offer hastily.

"No it's fine, come here." He beckons me over.

I sit in my chair, he grabs my wrist and kisses my fingertips again.

"I'm doing good." He announces somewhat happily.

"That's great." I breath a sigh of relief.

He studies me carefully for a moment, even though it was typical Newt fashion, it made me nervous. Like he was picking out all my flaws or something.

"You're so beautiful Tommy." The opposite.

"Ok lover boy." I lighten the mood.

"How many weeks do you have left anyways?" I ask.

"Too many." He answers.

"Why can't you just be immobilized in your bed, in your room?"

"Good question, I'm sure the guys could hobble me up there somehow right? It'd be much nicer than here too."

I instantly bolt off to find Alby, eager to ask him if Newt can actually stay in his room. I spot him across the way near the map room.

"Alby, Alby." I pant, gaining his attention.

"Yes Thomas?" He waits expectantly as I catch my breath.

"I was- Newt was wondering," I catch myself stupidly.

"If he could stay in his room from now on." I say.

Alby lingers on the thought, after gazing up towards the sky for several seconds, he turns back to me.

"I'm sure it could be arranged, but you aren't," He clears his throat and softens his authoritative tone.

"You aren't pushing this on him right? He wants to be in his room?" Alby asks.

Did I force this onto him?

"I don't think I did, he agreed when I proposed the idea." I offer meagerly.

"But Thomas, he could just be going along purely to please you. Remember this boy tried to kill himself nearly a week ago." He whispers.

I look down to my feet. Newt shouldn't be anywhere near as content as he seems. Maybe he really is just putting on a  happy face for me. The thought makes me nauseous.

"Yeah." Is all I say back.

"I trust you to do what you know is best for him." Alby answers wisely.

I turn my back to him and march off to the shack, knowing exactly what is best for Newt.