Fate is a Dangerous Thing {Newtmas Fanfic}

Newt

Thomas slowly swung open the door to the hospital room. It was quite dark besides the tiny shards of light peering through the blinds, which made it just light enough to see him; to see Newt.

He just laid there. If he wasn't blinking, you probably couldn't even tell he was alive. The blonde boy had an oxygen tube up his little button nose and a clip on his finger.

When Thomas opened the door, Newt didn't even acknowledge that a person was in the room, he just laid back in his mint green coloured hospital gown, with a matching sheet laying over his damaged body and stared blankly at the wall. The boy wasn't himself.

Thomas felt like his heart had been struck my lightning, to see the guy he loved in that much pain. He stared at his delicate friend in the doorway for what felt like hours, studying his expression of sorrow and hurt, but it was merely seconds. After a few more, Thomas couldn't bare it anymore. He had to speak up and end his own misery, maybe even Newt's.
"Newt?"

Newt thinking he was alone, now knows he isn't. The boy precariously turned his head towards the door. A gleam of hope shimmered in his weak eyes at the sound of a familiar voice and at the glimpse of a familiar face. Though Newt was quite close with Tommy, he couldn't show weakness to anyone, to the gladers, his friends and particularly toward Thomas. He kinda knew the boy looked up to him since day one in the glade and he didn't want to let him down.

To hide his internal suffering, Newt slapped on his best grin. "Heya Tommy. How's it goin?"

Seeing the blondes smile brought one of his own to Thomas's face and his heart seemed much more at ease knowing Newt could conjure up a form of grin after all they had been through.
"How's the ribcage?"
"It's been better, but I'm alive so can't complain". Newt says with a smirk. "They said I'll be out of here in a few days..".
Thomas's smile widened, until Newt continued.
"But who the bloody hell knows where I'll end up..".
The brunette became shocked, what did Newt mean?
"Newt, I don't understand".

Little did Thomas know, Newt had received some news a couple hours previous upon Thomas's arrival.
"Everyone else gets to leave that shuck place and go home to their picture perfect families that they fudged together in their imagination over the past 3 years..", Newt sighed with pain in his breath, coming out in shaky tremors from his mouth, "and I get to be smack dab in the middle of who knows where without one.. Because apparently they are all dead. They're gone".

Newt's head sank low as he talked. He was still steady as a rock when it came to keeping his tears under control, but some weakness of deep emotion had just been outwardly expressed to the last person he wanted to show that to.
"But who the shuck cares, not like I knew em anyways".
Oh, he cared, so damn much, but he couldn't show Thomas that, he had to play it off cool.

Thomas couldn't believe his ears. Every glader from one time to another talked about how they wished their family would be, if they ever found them, but all Newt ever said on the matter was 'I don't care what they are like, I just wish I knew em'. I think he never got his hopes up because he never thought they would make it this far.
"Newt.. I'm sorry".
"Why? This isn't your bloody fault..".
"I know.. I-I just wish you didn't feel this way..".
"Slim it Tommy, I'm fine".
Those words hit Thomas hard, not because Newt told him to slim it, that was casual talk for the two of them, but because he knew Newt wasn't fine. He walked around with this macho facade, but Thomas was the only one who could see right through it. Why couldn't he deal with his crap like everyone else? Instead of keeping it bottled inside? Thomas had had enough.
"Why can't you just admit for once you aren't okay?! Deal with your shit like the rest of us?!"

Newt was quite shocked to hear something so direct and loud come from Tommy's mouth which caused Newt's defence mechanism to come into play.
"Are you past the gone?! What the shuck is your deal huh?!"
"You are..".
"Quit being a slinthead".
"Just shut up and listen to me".
Newt wanted to scream from the complete disrespect being shown to him. Went from being the boss to the greenies bitch in only a few months, it made him feel pathetic. He felt even more pathetic as he listened to Thomas and shut his mouth. He furrowed his eyebrows toward the boy, almost like he was granting him permission to speak.