it went on for a few more weeks, having conversations with minho and his friends, visiting newt.

thomas had given minho his number, and they'd messaged a bit, but they weren't really close friends.

they were just... acquaintances.

thomas had noticed that they had started visiting less and less, or, more like, minho's friends had. minho had started visiting every other day instead of everyday, but for his friends it had gotten to around twice or three times a week. which made sense, in a way. teresa and chuck only ever came with him around three times a month.

they could've started to lose hope, thomas had thought many times.

but, if they had then they'd advise the doctors to stop his drip and whatever. which they hadn't.

the doctors began to think he'd never wake up.

he will.

thomas thought that simple phrase many times a day.

he would never be able to go to a grave saying 'newt' on it and lay flowers by dirt in the ground.

his newt would make it out of this. he would improve.

thomas would make sure of it.