Alright, so here's chapter two… Oh yeah, this story was my sister's idea, I'm just writing it out for her, so any love for the premise of this should be redirected to her!
Newt's Point of View
"Tommy! You're going to be okay! I swear you'll be okay!" I promise to him though I know he's deaf to my words. His breathing becomes slow and shallow, barely there, his heartbeat faint. Ben had long since left and Minho's body had been cold for hours. Still there was a bit of life clinging to Tommy and I kept on encouraging it to stay.
Thomas' Point of View
It felt like I was forgetting something important, I could hear someone trying to remind me, but I couldn't make out what they were saying. It was a distant buzz in the back of my mind. But the overwhelming sense of knowing something was wrong was still there. I could finally understand my name in the jumbled mess that the angel was saying. Because that's what the tall, blond haired, blue eyed boy was, right? An angel?
I suddenly recognized the voice and quickly paired it with the fae-like face. Newt. But that was impossible right? He was gone. Maybe he really was an angel. What was he saying? He looked scared. He was crying. Newt shouldn't cry. He'll wreck his pretty face. Reaching out my hand to his face, my hand goes through him. Looking down at the offending appendage, I blanch. How could I go through him? He looked solid! He was right there! He was sitting on his knees, looking down at someone. They weren't moving. Yelling down at them to stay. Why did they need to stay? Newt had me! I felt a sudden rush of animosity for this unknown person. Why did they make Newt cry? I peer down at their face and I feel suddenly dizzy, nauseated. I was going to be sick. I couch down, trying to steady myself as I lean forward, my stomach heaving but unable to empty the nonexistent contents.
That was me.
Gally's Point of View
Deciding to check on Thomas and Minho, I was worried it had been a whole day since either had left the room. I knock but no one answers, my stomach twists and I open the door. Turning on the light to see, the sight is a shocking one. Minho laying in a bed and blood swap, Thomas laying clear across the room, torn up but with no evidence of another weapon. Steadying myself, I make my way to Minho first, more of a possibility of him being alive. At no signs of life, I sigh and place his head back down. Going over to Thomas, I lift his head into my lap and check for a pulse. I find one, faint as it is. Gently, I lift him, shouting for someone to come in and help with clean-up. Bringing him into the designated room for the Medi-Jacks, I place him down on one of the beds. Once one of the boys comes to help, I briefly explain before turning on my heel to help clean up the mess left in the room shared by Minho and Thomas.
Newt's Point of View
After a whole bloody day, Gally came in. He went straight to Minho, checking his vitals, but he was already gone. He came over to where I sat at Tommy's head and basically sat in my lap, I move over as he checks Tommy, face going from hopeless to surprised fairly quickly. He lifts up Tommy and leaves, I want to protest, but I know he needs medical attention. I could follow later, when I was in control of my body again and could move.
Thomas' Point of View
I don't know how it happened, but suddenly I was alone with Newt and the room was clean. He was curled up on the bed closest to, crying again. I walk over to him, 'stroking' his hair, trying to calm him after what had happened, but not knowing how to do so. "Newt…" I almost want to cry with him. I don't know how long we stayed like that, Newt crying while I moved my hand along his hair, neither of us able to feel the other, before everything went black.
Newt's Point of View
I was still curled up days later when I heard a cry through the door, yelling that Tommy was awake. Jolting up, I had to see him! It had been so long! Rushing into the room, Tommy's thrashing around, held down by cloth straps attached to the bed, and screaming. He was barely understandable, but I could make out my name. Running over to the side of the bed, I kneel down beside him and mock hold his hand, begging him to calm down. "Please Tommy please… Stop screaming, I'm right here. I'm right here…" I know I'm sobbing, but I couldn't care less than I did in that moment. His thrashing finally stopped, but there were tears running down his cheeks.
"Newt… I need you… Please don't cry." I startle, looking up at him, afraid and hopeful at once that he can see me. His eyes are closed tightly though, salty liquid leaking out the corners as he whispers brokenly. Repeating the same mantra.
"I'm not crying anymore Tommy. I promise."
So that's it for chapter two. Yes It's a bit short, but I think the next chapter will be significantly longer as it will be the last and I still have a lot to add in.
Oh yeah, and Sydney(Guest): Thank you so much! I appreciate your review and here you go! This chapter is for you!~
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