I hate context.
Newt stumbles sideways onto the wall, clutching his side, shaking.
The pain was searing, he's had his fair share in bullet wounds, but this one was particularly bad. Maybe the bullet was poisoned, he thought. Wouldn't be unlikely, a lot of people wanted him dead.
Pushing off the wall, he made his way down the dimly lit corridor.
He turned a corner at the end of the corridor and stopped, realising he had no idea where he was.
He was lost. Lost in this massive castle, far away from home, with people, as per usual, trying to kill him. He didn't where Thomas was either. Fuck.
Poor Tommy. They had been dating for not even six months and he was already dragged into Newt's mess.
Newt leaned against the wall, rubbing his face, starting to panic, a cold sweat breaking out, heart hammering faster. He slid to the ground, wincing at the movement. He moved his hand away from his side, lifting his shirt to inspect the damage.
He gasped quietly.
The bullet hole wasn't too big, but he could see silver glinting. Blood leaked from where it was wedged. Standard stuff. That's not why he gasped.
From the hole, black, vein looking tendrils spread outwards.
Definitely a poisoned bullet.
Newt pulled his shirt back down, resting his head back against the wall, panic creeping up on him again. Thomas. Finding Thomas was his priority.
That's when Thomas came running down the corridor. Speak of the devil.
"Newt!" Thomas halted in front of him and crouched, "Shit, are you okay? You're hurt!"
Newt waved it off. "I've been worse. Are you okay?" He asked, touching Thomas's face.
"I'm fine yeah. We need to go."
"I can't-"
"You're going to have to sweetheart." Thomas pulled Newt up and steadied him. "Hey."
"Hey," Newt smiled and kissed him.
As they walked, Newt noticed the knife in Thomas's hand.
"What's that for?" He asked.
"Protection," Thomas responded as they turned another corner, finding a grand staircase leading down to large, double doors. "Bingo."
"Oh thank fuck," Newt said.
As he was about to step on the first stair, the growing pain in his side shot through his spine and legs, his foot missed the step and he fell to the bottom of the stairs.
Then it went black.
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