𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧
𝐢𝐧𝐣𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬/𝐭𝐮𝐛𝐞𝐬
𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠
𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝
𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝

"Newt! Newt wake up!"

The crowd had all made a circle around Newt and Thomas. The blonde was lying on the ground, his eyes closed and his breath rapid. Thomas had his head on his lap, patting his cheek lightly.

"No one is helping by standing here and watching!" someone yelled and if Thomas was not in pure anger and fear, he would have clapped loudly.

Soon Thea, Harriet's mother came up to him, kneeling down as well. She made everyone gasp when she pulled a small bottle out of her little bag. Thomas looked at her confused, but Thea's look only said that they should get Newt out of the crowd.

Jacky and Kate were right behind Thomas when he picked Newt up, arms wrapped around his shoulders and legs. Before he could move, take a step, Kate stopped him. She had tears in her eyes and was obviously curious of what had happened.

"My love, what happened to you?" she asked, cupping her son's face in her small, gentle hands.

"He will be fine if we do not hurry... Everyone give us space!" Thea yelled.

Thomas was confused, he did not know why Newt fell to ground, he did not know why he was breathing so heavily, but as he walked into Newt's room and sat him to bed, tears finally began to form in his hazel eyes.

Thea was right beside him, shaking the glass bottle, which had pink liquid in it. Soon Melanie and Lizzy arrived at Newt's room. Thomas was sure that they'd be able to help Newt at whatever state he was in.

"What happened to him?" he whispered, sitting down on the bed.

"He has been poisoned, there was wine on the floor and it did not smell like it was normal wine," Thea explained.

Melanie took a few pills from her pocket and handed Thomas one. He did not know what to do with it until Melanie pulled out an injection bottle. She did not explain any further, but Thomas knew. He had the same blood as his lover had. Everyone in the kingdom had the same blood type, but he would not let anyone else offer their blood.

He swallowed the pill and lifted up the sleeves of his shirt after taking his blazer off. Melanie gave him a small smile and patted his arm lightly, before inserting the needle in Thomas' arm.

"Everything will be fine, Thomas," Lizzy said, holding onto his other arm.

Thomas held her hand tightly as the pain shot through his arm to his shoulder. It was not supposed to be hurting that much, but something in his head was blocking the thoughts away. Newt laying there and breathing heavily and choking on his own saliva made him feel like it was his fault.

"He was poisoned with rat poison... Weak poison if I'm honest, he will be fine in a few minutes or so... Thomas you need to rest," Melanie told him, taking the needle off his arm.

The brunet let out a small gasp. Newt was poisoned? Why? What did Newt do to deserve such a thing? He was angry, but mostly, he had a headache and was tired.

Newt was finally asleep and Thea and Melanie had cleaned up his face with a wash cloth. They apologized for entering the prince's room, but Thomas could only give both their hands a kiss and guide them to the ball room.

She thanked them both and thanked Harriet for taking care of Jacky and Kate. The ball had took an end and most of the guests were already gone, so they both rushed up the stairs to look after Newt.

Thomas felt like he would fall asleep any minute, but was so relieved that his blood helped Newt and he was sure he would do anything for him. Just then he noticed how he would do anything for him, anything and he would not regret one bit even if it would cost his life.

"Love, who would do such thing?" Jacky asked, frowning slightly.

"I-I do not know, mother... I only want to rest at the moment," Thomas replied, about to leave to his own room.

Jacky stopped him. She made him sit on the bed beside Lizzy. He did not know what it was, but he could not care about it since he was half asleep. Kate was caressing Newt's cheek and Thomas only wished that he could be the one able to do that in front of his family.

"I am so proud of what you did this night, you know how much bond a friendship has and would something happen to Kate, I would be the same to help her... I am so proud of you."

Thomas' heart swelled at her words, but then he realized it. Jacky said it was friendship. Newt and him were best friends and nothing more in their eyes. He somehow wanted to scream out how much he loved Newt.

"Thank you, mother," Thomas mumbled.

He did not care a second when he began to take off his clothes. He only wanted sleep and he did not care about who was there. He took every piece of heavy clothing from his body until he was in his briefs. He let himself fall beside Newt and crawl under the sheets.

"We better leave you to sleep," Lizzy said, gesturing her mother and Jacky the door.

She kissed Newt and Thomas on the forehead before leaving the room with the queens. He was tired and he could not believe it himself that he could not sleep. His eyes were closed, but he still felt everything around him and heard everything, like the wood in the fire, like the owl outside and Newt's calm breathing beside him.

"I love you, Newt," Thomas whispered.

He could not help, but let tears fall down his face. He placed Newt's head to his chest and caressed his fluffy, blonde hair. It calmed him to know that Newt was there with him. Even though he had saved Newt, he felt a piece of him missing.

"I love you, Newt," he repeated.

He kissed Newt's head. He felt so empty knowing that Newt could not hear any of his words, but he was too afraid to tell him when he was awake. He felt as if Newt could not return his love for him. Maybe it was because Newt could never talk about his feelings, maybe it was because he did not know how to say it.

"I love you, Newt."

***

The sun was peeking through the yellow curtains, making Newt's face look like an angel which had fallen to earth. Thomas had not slept a bit, only looking at his lover, kissing him and caressing his body, while Newt seemed to have a peaceful sleep.

"Good morning," he whispered when he saw the blonde's eye lids flutter open, showing his two gorgeous brown eyes.

"Good morning, Tommy," he whispered back, wrapping his arms around his lover's shoulders, burying his head in his chest.

Thomas' was tired and his arm hurt. His eyes did not want to shut though. He was tired and he could not sleep. Newt laid there with him, his eyes open and his gaze on Thomas' bruised arm. He had so many questions, but was afraid to ask.

"Do you remember anything from last night?" Thomas asked eventually.

Newt thought about it. He remembered kissing Thomas before they went to the ball room, he remembered meeting Harriet and her family, and he remembered Thomas saying that he had feelings for him.

"Newt? You remember you got poisoned?" he asked.

Newt shook his head, taking Thomas' arm and looking at his bruise. It much looked like blood was sucked from his arm, like a hickey mixed with a mosquito bite. He kissed above the bruise, knowing it might hurt.

"You saved me?" he croaked out.

"I have..."

"You offered your blood to me?"

Newt's eyes were about to tear up. He could not remember much, but he remembered too well that Thomas told Harriet about his feelings for the blonde. He looked up at the brunet, who cupped his cheek with his hand.

"You said you feel something for me last night... Is that true, Tommy?" Newt asked.

Thomas nodded. He kissed Newt on the forehead and hugged his body close to his. It did not matter if Newt returned his feelings, he had noticed. He knew as long as he could, he would do anything to save Newt and Newt knew that.

"I am... I do not know what to-"

"Do not say anything, kiss me," Thomas cut off his sentence.

Newt turned his head closer to the brunet and kissed him. He kissed him with such passion, Thomas felt glued to the blonde's lips. He loved Newt. He let a tear fall from his cheek, mixing into the kiss.

They didn't care, but kept kissing each other's lips. He felt Newt's hand caress his chest and shoulder, and slightly whimper into the kiss. He broke away, tiredly laying back down on Thomas' chest.

***

"We have to tell Newt," Conan said.

"I know, but I will not let him take part of this war... It is unfair," Alex replied, turning a page his book.

Conan sighed. He knew exactly what Newt had to do. He had to fight, while only being in the army for two months. He needed to fight for his own kingdom in such young age, it was unfair. Alex did not want him to fight, though he knew he had to.

The war was in four days and they have not told him anything about it. He could not let him go out there and fight, but he had to. No one of them had the courage to tell Newt, but they had to eventually.

"You know that is not possible," Conan whispered.

He leaned his head on his shoulder, sighing once again. He never wanted Newt to be part of the army. Since king of the scorch had passed someone had to replace him, it hurt to choose someone like Newt.

***

"Good morning," Aris whispered, sitting on the bed with his legs crossed.

Minho laid there, a headache pounding his head. He had drank a bottle of vodka all by himself. He needed to release his confusion, his anger and fear of Aris. He was afraid to hurt him, he feared that he'd just leave him one day and he would never see him again... Just like king of the maze did.

"Good morning," he replied, patting his side.

Aris slowly crawled in the red sheets and laid down. He kept his eyes on Minho, watching him get adjusted to the light, watching him stretch his muscular arms and yawn tiredly.

"You slept well on the couch?" he asked.

Aris slightly bit the inside of his cheek before nodding his head. He had never had a well sleep in his old home, nor on the streets. Last night he had his first bath in two weeks, he had never felt any better.

Minho suddenly surprised him by wrapped his arms around him. Aris did not react for a moment, realizing what was actually happening. He was in a bed with the prince, who had his arms tightly around his waist.

"You are all right with that?" Minho asked.

"Yes."

Aris replied. He placed his hands on the black haired boy's chest and leaned his head against his shoulder. Minho could not feel any better, well except he would be the king, but that was not necessary to mention when he had the most precious boy in his arms.

"I love you, Minho," Aris said.

"Y-you do? Because I love you too."

***

He let Thomas run the cold water over his head and washed his hair with the soft soap. He loved the smell Newt had, vanilla and honey, sometimes even roses when he had a rose bath. He washed his shoulders and massaged his shoulders.

"Don't you want to be in bath with me, Tommy," Newt asked after a moment of silence.

"I do not know... I feel sick," Thomas replied quietly.

"Isn't a bath good for that?"

The brunet chuckled and went up from the small chair. He pulled off his briefs, the only thing he wore since he woke up, and went in the tub beside Newt. The water was hot, making it harder to adjust, but Newt did not seem to be bothered by the warmth.

"I will wash you."

Thomas smiled and tunerd around for Newt to wash his hair and shoulders. He put soap on his head and began rubbing the liquid in. He made the brunet come closer by placing his other hand on his waist and pulling him to his chest.

Thomas began humming slightly, while Newt massaged his scalp and down the back of his neck. He never had the courage to say anything related to his feelings, but he could not hold it in for any longer.

"I love you, Tommy," Newt whispered.

"What did you say, I'm sorry, could not hear you with bubbles in my ears," Thomas said, looking back at the blonde.

"Nothing."

𝐚/𝐧: 𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐲'𝐚𝐥𝐥,

𝐬𝐨𝐨, 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐝𝐝 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟 '𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐧𝐨 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟... 𝐧𝐞𝐰𝐭𝐢𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐰... *𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐤*

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