at the hospital, chuck, teresa and thomas were stood outside newt's room, waiting to see if they could visit properly.

a doctor walked up to them.

"can we see him then?"

"i'm sorry, he hasn't shown any more symptoms of consciousness. we're afraid it could've been a false alarm and that he won't wake up."

"tommy, what the bloody hell are you doing?"

"i don't have a clue, newt." he laughed, trying to put the thread through the eye of the needle.

"why are you trying to sew?" newt groaned, rolling his eyes at his stupid boyfriend.

boyfriend. it felt nice to say that about tommy.

"my button fell off my shirt and i'm trying to sew it back on."

"you absolute lunatic."  he sighed, making his way over to thomas. "let me do it."

thomas felt himself heat up as the hot breath of newt hit his cold skin on his shoulder.

"you're such an idiot, you know? how do you even knock a button off a shirt?"

"very easily!"

"mhm, alright.."

"thomas!" a hand was waving infront of his face, causing him to turn to the person doing it.

"thomas, are you okay? you just completely zoned out." teresa frowned.

he shook his head. "i'm going to get fresh air." he took a heavy breath, trying to contain himself from crying infront of chuck.

"alright. hey, chuck, why don't we get some chocolate from the vending machines?"