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Thomas
could
see
the
muscles
in
Newt
's
arms
flexing
,
veins
popping
out
as
he
pulled
at
Alby
's
hands
,
until
finally
,
inch
by
inch
,
he
was
able
to
pry
them
away
.
He
pushed
them
tightly
against
the
struggling
boy
's
chest
.
Alby
's
whole
body
jerked
a
couple
of
times
,
his
midsection
thrusting
up
and
away
from
the
bed
.
Then
,
slowly
,
he
calmed
,
and
a
few
seconds
later
he
lay
still
,
his
breath
evening
;
his
eyes
glazed
over
.
Thomas
held
firm
to
Alby
's
legs
,
afraid
to
move
and
set
the
boy
off
again
.
Newt
waited
a
full
minute
before
he
slowly
let
go
of
Alby
's
hands
.
Then
another
minute
before
he
pulled
his
knee
back
and
stood
up
.
Thomas
took
that
as
his
cue
to
do
the
same
,
hoping
the
ordeal
had
truly
ended
.
Alby
looked
up
,
eyes
droopy
,
as
if
he
was
on
the
edge
of
slipping
into
a
deep
sleep
.
"
I
'm
sorry
,
Newt
,
"
he
whispered
.
"
Do
n't
know
what
happened
.
It
was
like
...
something
was
controlling
my
body
.
I
'm
sorry
...
.
"
Thomas
took
a
deep
breath
,
sure
he
'd
never
experience
something
so
disturbing
and
uncomfortable
again
.
He
hoped
.
"
Sorries
,
nothin
'
,
"
Newt
replied
.
"
You
were
trying
to
bloody
kill
yourself
.
"
"
Was
n't
me
,
I
swear
,
"
Alby
murmured
.
Newt
threw
his
hands
up
.
"
What
do
you
mean
it
was
n't
you
?
"
he
asked
.
"
I
do
n't
know
...
.
It
...
it
was
n't
me
.
"
Alby
looked
just
as
confused
as
Thomas
felt
.
But
Newt
seemed
to
think
it
was
n't
worth
trying
to
figure
out
.
At
least
at
the
moment
.
He
grabbed
the
blankets
that
had
fallen
off
the
bed
in
Alby
's
struggle
and
pulled
them
atop
the
sick
boy
.
"
Get
your
butt
to
sleep
and
we
'll
talk
about
it
later
.
"
He
patted
him
on
the
head
,
then
added
,
"
You
're
messed
up
,
shank
.
"
