Newt’s fingers grip into Thomas’ clothing desperately, indifferent towards
how his nails might be digging into his skin and how he might be hurting
Thomas because he felt like he couldn’t breathe. It was frightening, truly
it was, the dream of falling off the Maze walls over and over again. He
could never truly tell Thomas what had happened to him, what he was
constantly reliving over and over in his dreams each and every night. It
was a rare night if his dream state was filled with comfort, not whatever
hell his brain had decided to dip into while he was trying to rest from
As his frame quakes and shakes against Thomas’ skin, his fingers lace
into the shirt even deeper, his forehead pressing into Thomas’ shirt-
covered chest as if his life depended on it. Thomas was his crutch now,
his savior, and Newt, in the midst of his fear, was thankful for his help.
“…Feels so…bloody real every…single time.”
Thomas knew what was wrong, it was almost instinct now to sleep lightly when Newt was beside him. Each glader seemed to have different nightmares that plauged their dreams but none as frequent as Newt had. It was the ghost of a memory, Thomas realised, a fragment of his own memory of that day had surfaced after a couple times of hearing the dream. He knew he hadn't imagined such a thing, but there was no way he was about to tell Newt what he had saw that day. The day that changed everything, the day he had announced he was going into the maze. They hadn't allowed him to right then of course, telling him he had to give his friends time -- see if they could make it out on their own. But eventually he had convinced them they needed him -- and here he was.
Despite the light sting that Newt's grip caused, he kept his arms around him securly, rocking the boys body and whispering soothing things to him. He understood how frightened it made Newt, how that day would forever be burned into the back of his mind. But if he could atleast hold Newt -- try to make him forget the negative things -- he would go out of his way for it. His fingers moved to smooth over the blond locks -- humming soft as he planted a kiss to the frantic teens forehead. "it's all over now.. just a dream"
