Thomas' POV:

I still sit by Newt's side. I hadn't gotten a bit of sleep as I was worried for his health and safety. He was getting sick, very sick. I then notice him tensing up again and breaking out in a sweat like last night and he starts crying and yelling in his sleep. I started to panic. Vince then runs in with Brenda and the others.

"What the hell is that racket?" Harriet questions as they come in

"It's Newt. He just started screaming and he's back to how he was last night" I say worried

"Ok, Thomas just remain calm, try and get him to either calm down or wake him up. I'll get him some water and a cloth so we can try and cool him down" Vince says and starts looking through the first aid kit.

Newt then scares the living day lights out of us when he bolts up and then stops screaming but he cries and shakes. I immediately embrace him in a hug and try to calm him down.

"Shhh, Newt you're alright. You're ok" I soothe and he stops crying and looks at me with fear in his eyes.

"It didn't happen? It was just a bad dream?" He questions now confused

"Yes what ever happened, didn't really. You're alright"

"I still feel the same. It felt real"

"It may have but its not"

"I don't feel well"

"You're sick Newt. Very sick. We're trying to find out what it is but we still need to head out tomorrow. We're going to fight Wicked and stop everything they're doing"

His expression then shows one of shock and confusion all at once.

"Did you say go fight Wicked?"

"Yes Newt I did"

He then starts talking to himself, with a barely audible voice. All I could get out of it was a few words and then he turns to me, anger spread across his face.

"Newt?"

"What the actual hell are you thinking Thomas? Huh? Going up against Wicked! Did you not see what happened out there last night? We lost! We were smashed! Anailated! When are you going to get it trough that thick headed skull of yours that all you do is lead us into trouble?"

He was standing at this point getting up in my face. I didn't know what to say. All I could feel was hurt.

"I'm sorry" I whisper but it only seemed to enrage him.

"Sorry is nothing Thomas! It means nothing! Like our existence to you means nothing!"

He grabs me by the shoulders and tackles me to the ground and starts hitting me.

"Newt stop this!" Brenda yells and goes to try and grab him but only gets pushed away.

Newt then starts to strangle me before he's splashed with water and is knocked to the ground and I can breathe again.

"You ok Thomas?" Vince asks who kneels beside me

I rub my throats and only manage to croak out my words. "I think so"

I look up at Frypan who's holding a bucket that had the water in it "thanks man"

Fry nods in acknowledgement.

"Tommy?"

My gaze floats to Newt who looks sad, and scared.

"What, what did I just do?"

I look at Vince and then back at Newt.

"What did you do?" This was Brenda who was now speaking with rage "what do you mean wat did you just do? You almost killed Thomas!"

"Brenda" Jorge starts

"No, no one can just go off like that"

"Brenda that's enough"

Newt then looks at me, a tear escapes his eye.

"I'm sorry"

He then gets up and runs.

"Newt!" Fry calls after him

"Let him go" Vince says "we'll find him later"

I was still in a full state of shock of what had occurred. Newt lost it and somehow gained twice the strength that his willowy form withheld.

I shake my head and go to the entrance of the tent.

"Thomas"

I turn towards Vince.

"Be careful, Newt" he pauses as gives a sigh as if holding back the unbearable truth which I was soon to discover.

"Don't trust the flare, it's taking him over"

I look at the ground but bite back my tears. I give a simple nod before heading out. I look toward the outlook and sure enough Newt was sitting on the edge. I sigh and advance towards the rocky formation.

Just from standing behind Newt, I could see his trembling form from his obvious crying. I try to be quiet and to not scare him but a snap of a twig breaks the silence and he bolts his head around. I could read on his face that he was bound to make a run for it.

"Newt stay" I say "I just want to talk"

He eases up a bit and faces his back to me.

I sigh and sit beside him and grab his hand which he pulls away from.

"Newt you don't need to be scared"

"Be scared? How can I not be scared? I just hurt you Tommy. I don't even know what's causing it" he says getting up and walking to the back of the lookout. I quickly follow his pace.

"I know Newt, I know what it is and I know you have a feeling. I can tell. And I know you can fight it"

"Fight it?" He questions turning around to me "more like fight everything but it"

"I get that you're sacred because you're drowning in the flare as it takes over your mind. But I know you Newt"

All he can do is look away and walk to the edge of the cliff.

"But how can you" he mumbles "how can you know me when I now barely even know myself?"

I put a hand on his shoulder, this time he doesn't move away.

"I'm with you Newt, always will be"

When he says nothing I back away.

"Come down when you're ready, I know you want to be alone. We'll be leaving tomorrow, just make sure you rest up"

I then descend down the mountain with one more look back at Newt who's sad form overlooks the camp and scorch. Most likely wanting to wish the day and future away.