Newtmas Fic

me: nah get up bitch ur fine

Tears started running down Thomas' face. He could not do that, he just wasn't able to. It was too much. He bent over to place his face in front of Newt and said " I will NEVER do that, do you understand. You're everything I have. I will carry you until the end and I will save you! You will not leave me like that". Thomas was crying and shaking. He grabbed Newt by the waist and lifted him up the ground. Newt moaned in pain, the scars and veins all over is body were hurting, even a simple brush was awfull. Thomas was holding him tight. He looked straight into his eyes and said "I love you and I will not let you die". He leaned in and softly kissed his lips. Newt felt a warm relief in his stomach. He felt safe for a moment, in Thomas’ arms. Thomas put his jacket on Newt’s body to cover the wounds, and then he lifted him up the ground, and started walking, carrying what was the most precious for him.