This is going to be a bit angsty as in because it deals with drugs, self harm, child abuse, mentions of suicide, panic attacks, drug withdrawals, language towards drug users and mentions of track-marks.

Thomas POV

I was visiting the hospital to see if I could get a small part job or something as I was walking into the building I could hear Melissa and a British voice, "Newt I can't help you anymore I want to but I can't but I will try and find someone who can help" Melissa said to who I can guess is this Newt person "it's ok Melissa I understand don't worry about I'll find somewhere else" he said not looking at her.

"Hey Mel how are you doing?" I asked pretending I did not hear the conversation "Hello Thomas I am fine, I am just trying to help Newt here find someone who will help him" she said looking between me and the Newt person who is still looking at the floor. I look at him and decided to "I'll help him" I say Melissa looks at and so dose Newt "wait you mean it ...... Thomas you don't even now him or what he needs help with" Mel said looking a bit scared, "well what does he need help with and what can I do?" I asked she took awhile to answer me "Newt is on the drug with-drawl system and is not that far on it" she said I looked at him and said "ok that's fine so what do I need to do" Melissa nodded and handed me a file full of Newt's information and how to help.

Back at the Stilinski household.

In the jeep that me and my twin share I was trying to get Newt to talk but he didn't which is fine he is probably just tried, at the house I noticed that my dad or my twin Stiles is not home which is strange but I don't question it.          

I took Newt to my room so he can settle in "ok so just you know I live with my father and my twin brother Stiles, don't worry they are nice people so hopefully they will help you as well" I say with Newt looking at the floor the entire time I guess he dose not like eye contact that's fine I hope I can help him also build his self-confidence while he is here with me. I read through the file that Melissa gave me here is what it says:

Name: Samuel Newton 

Age:18

DoB: February 14th 1996

Family: Mother, Father and Sister 

Diagnoses: Depression, Anxiety, PTSD (family abuse)

Other: Newton is on the drug with-drawl system after almost overdosing on a drug the he dose not want to tell, Mr Newton also seems to have some side effects from this drug such as Fatigue, panic attacks and can hear voices but is not diagnoses with Schizophrenia. 

How to help: Mr Newton seems to respond to a system of words indicating of his with-drawl slipping such as; Flare when he is very close to slipping, blue meaning he is doing fine but needs help to be removed from a situation that remined him of the past and cure meaning he is fine but it could lead to worse problems. Don't mention his marks on his arms this will making him very insecure about his situation.

Medication: Paroxetine  (Paxil, Pexeva, Brisdelle)(Depression),  Fluoxetine (Prozac)(Anxiety),  Sertraline (Zoloft) (PTSD)

God I feel bad for him I walk back to my room to see that Newt had fallen asleep I guess he needs it especially with the amount of meds he has, I walk quietly into the room to get my phone to text dad to tell him what is going on. 

(Thomas-Thomas  Sheriff-Sheriff)

Hey dad I though I should tell you I have  friend staying over because he is in need of things. 

Thomas what dose your friend need and why can't he go to the hospital ? 

Ok ummm he (names Newt) ...... is in the drug with-drawl system and the hospital can't help him anymore.  

OK well it should be fine , do you have his meds and a guide on how to help him? 

Yeah I all of that . 

Ok well I'll try and help when I can. 

Ok thanks Dad.

After that I decided to make something for me and Newt so I sneak downstairs to get cooking.

A few minutes later.

I could hear footsteps coming from the stairs "hi Newt how are you feeling?" I asked trying to get him to say something "I am ok I guess" he says looking at the floor he finally spoke, "ok well I am almost done with the food here why don't you sit down on the table over there and be right over" he nodded and walk to the dinning table.

I go over put the food down on the table Newt looks at the food then looks at me "you don't have to eat all of it, just try and eat most of it" I said giving him a plate with most of the things he needs and I make myself a plate then started to eat.

Newt is eating slowly and it is kind of conserving but I am trying to ignore it at least he is eating something "Newt I did noticed you did not have a lot of things, do you leave anything" he looked at me for a few minutes then said "my parents did not give time to pack anything when I was being kicked out of the house so when I was in the hospital I got some help to get some clothes" I looked at him deciding to take him out tomorrow to get some clothes and anything else he needs.

The next day. 

I woke up early to get breakfast ready so we can go to the mall and get somethings he needs maybe get to now him. I was frying some bacon with some eggs I was scrambling "are you the cooker of the family or something?" I turned to see Newt sitting at the bottom of the stairs, "yeah I guess I always kind of liked it ..... do you have any hobbies?" I asked he looked at the floor then answered "yeah I did gardening  and panting when I was younger then I lost control of everything"  I could not believe that but I am going to try and get him to love his hobbies again.

Going to the mall I had the feeling that something was going to go wrong "ok Newt I need you to stick by me, because I don't want you to have a panic attack or something" he nodded showing he knew what I was saying.

In one of the clothes shops that dose not have a lot of people I saw my brother and his friends "hey Thomas what are you ... doing ... here ..... who is that?"  Stiles asked he was looking at Newt with some sort of disgust in his eyes. "Hey Stiles and everyone .... this is Newt and I am helping him with some things" I say Newt is hiding behind me Stiles friends looked at him then at me "hey Newt my name is Lydia it's nice to meet you" Lydia said walking to me and Newt, "he really dose not talk to new people so please be patience with him" I said  she nodded understanding. 

Stiles just looked at Newt with disgust on his face but I decided to ignore it but I think I might have a chat with him once he gets home, "ok well we will see you later or something" Scott said and the pack left "it seemed your brother didn't like me at all" Newt said with sorrow in his eyes "no no no I think once he gets to know you he'll will like you trust me" I said looking at him with a smile he just sighed and moved on.

I look on with a small smile but in my head I made a silent promise to look after him.