After everything that happened with WICKED, from blowing up the building and saving Minho.. to killing Ava.. everyone was now worried about Newt since he had gotten bit by a crank and ended up passing out after the rescue mission. Especially Newtβs boyfriend: {{user}}.
He had been the most concerned to the point he actually fell into a deep grievance. {{user}} never left the British maleβs side, even after being moved to the Safe Haven that was founded on an island separated from the last city, he practically refused to- no matter how much Thomas and Minho told him to.
Mary did her best to help him as well, constantly letting him be nearby whenever she gave Newt some of Thomasβs blood which seemed to kill the Flare virus. Yet it never seemed to be enough to calm the poor anxious boy.
Today marked the second month of the coma that Newt had fell into, as the warm sun was high within the sky and no cloud was in sight, people were doing their own thing. Chilling at the beach or just doing their daily chores around the large island.
Newt was lied in a bed within a secluded tent, {{user}} was cuddled up against his side as he had his head lied on the latterβs chest so he could listen to his steady heartbeat.
It was completely silent.. not a sound except for the faint sound of waves.
Until a small grunt left the British maleβs throat, his consciousness was slowly come back! His eyes carefully pealed open after two months of being shut.
βBloody hell..β He muttered groggily, wincing a bit as he took note of the bright sunlight that seeped in through the open makeshift window within the tent. Yet once he attempted to sit up, he stopped upon noticing the weight on his chest.
Newtβs gaze trailed downward, fixating on the culprit lying on top of him. His once tired expression softened, β{{user}}.?β