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They arrive back at the camp at the beach and they only risk staying three days before leaving for the Safe Haven but Thomas hadn’t awoken.
Newt had sat at his side the entire time (only leaving when the others literally forced him out), watching as Thomas’s lids would flutter and he’d murmur incoherently as they’d pour water and feed him but never conscious enough to be considered awake.
It left Newt feeling angsty, nervous because he was the reason that Thomas was in this state- it was all his fault.
The doctor, her name slipping his mind (not that he was paying much attention to anything other than Thomas), had said the bite on his neck would scar and the knife wound on his shoulder would more than likely give him problems once it was heal- certain movement would hurt or he’d just not be able to move his arm from a point. And it was all Newt’s fault but he couldn’t help but bitterly blame Tommy too because the brunet didn’t kill him when he should have-
But Newt doesn’t know what would have happened had Tommy killed him.
Newt- he hated himself allowing himself to succumber to the Flare to the point that he'd attack Thomas. He couldn't begin to think of what Thomas would say to him once he woke up. 'I never want to see you again' would always haunt Newt, but logically he knew that this was Thomas, Tommy, his Tommy- he was too kind to truly hate someone for something that was out of their control. it didn't stop the fear that bubbled up inside Newt.
It didn't help that Thomas hadn’t woke up, even when they moved him from the boat to a hunt that was one of the first constructed for the purpose of keeping Thomas and helping any injured.
Newt was sure had he not been healing from his 'crank’ness (as Minho had dubbed it), they would have him helping them all. So he was mostly left alone, which allowed him to sit beside the unconscious brunet.
So that was where Newt sat, his eyes focused on the gentle rise and fall of Thomas's chest that he failed to notice that bambi browns flicked open and landed on Newt.
It was only when Newt saw that Thomas disturbed his breathing pattern by taking a deeper breath and holding before releasing that Newt noticed something had changed.
Newt’s brown eyes slid up to meet another set of brown orbs and his gaze widened immediately when he realised that Thomas' eyes were open- that Thomas was staring at him!
”Bloody hell Tommy,” he gasps, stumbling from his seat to kneel beside the brunet’s cot.
Thomas winced, “Volume, Newt, please.”
Newt flinched but nodded, then protests left his mouth as Thomas pushing himself up.
”Hey, hey!” Newts hands landed on Thomas' chest, “Your shoulder!”
Thomas just frowned up at him for a moment before recognising flickered into his gaze. Newt felt his gut clench, this was it- the moment where Newt finally heard the words that confirmed that Thomas hated him-
Thomas’s eyes then moved to his surroundings in confusion, “Wha- where are we?”
Those weren’t the words he expected but Newt plastered a smile on his face as he answered: “The Safe Haven.”
Thomas breath hitched and pushed himself into a sitting position, despite Newts continued protests but Thomas sat up and swung his legs over the side of the cot anyway.
He groaned at the movement, a hand coming up rest on his shoulder. When his hand touched bandage, he frowned and glanced down to see the white material.
Newt purses his lips and met Thomas’s eyes as he looked back at him, the brunet’s hand slid up to the bandage on his neck.
”What happened?”
Newt let out a shaky breath, “I- I bit you. I don’t remember much, but when your blood began to cure me I came to enough to- to realise what I’d done. I’m sorry- I couldn’t-”
“Newt,” Thomas cut in and Newt clamped his mouth shut, “It’s fine.”
”Fine?!” Newt exploded, “It’s not fine! It almost killed you! I bit and stabbed you, Thomas!”
”But I’m alive- and I could never blame,” Thomas answered, his voice even as he responded.
Newt’s breath hitched as he stared, “How? How can you not-,”
”Because you weren’t you. The Flare was controlling your actions,” Thomas explained and Newts eye stung with tears.
”Tommy.”
”How long was I out for?” He asked.
Newt exhaled, “Two weeks.”
Thomas watched the fabric that acted as a door for the hut flutter in the wind and revealed the sea and pale sand outside.
Newt stood and Thomas’s eye flashed to the blond, “Wanna go out?”
Thomas nodded silently and with help from Newt, stood. Thomas pulled the fabric back and nearly stumbled at the sight that greeted him.
They'd done it. They’d made it to the Safe Haven.
Thomas stepped onto the sand, immediately he felt the difference between the Scorch's sand and the sand on the beach- the Scorch was rough and vicious but this sand, it was soft and everything the Scorch wasn't. Bambi browns lifted from the pale sand and rose to the sea, where he moved towards it.
Behind him, Newt watched the awed look on Thomas' face with a smile as he followed the brunet.