Dylan O' Brien Imagines 2 ❤️

Thomas -"I've got it." (ns)

WARNING: mention of suic1de

You were almost there. You had almost made it to the safe heaven. But of course something had to wrong. The moment you laid your eyes on the scratch on your leg... you knew. It looked very bad, your blood turning black and dense. You were afraid of telling anyone, but you knew your friends would have understood. Newt, for sure, Thomas, maybe, Minho, if he was in a good mood, Teresa... well, she was probably going to be happy about it. You had never really liked her.
You sat down on, beads of sweat running down your forehead, something unusual, and everyone knew it. You were having troubles at catching your breath, you were always painting and your eye bags had gotten a lot heavier.

"You okay?" Newt asked you as you wiped your forehead clean with altre back of your hand.

"Yeah, just-.. so tired." You said, your vision was blurry, you could barely see Newt's worried expression. Thomas walked to you, he knew something was not right. He kneeled in front of you, hands on your knees, his hazel eyes locked on yours.

"What's up with you?" He asked.

"I-I need some water..." you lied, and he knew. He nodded, taking his bottle from his belt and handing it to you. "Thanks." You drank, eyes closing at the feeling of the cold water refreshing your throat. You closed it and gave it back to him, thanking him again with a sweet smile.

"Can I talk to you?" He asked. You gulped and nodded, you knew that was it. You had to tell him, you had to tell them all. Both of you stood up, walking away from the group that had stopped to make sure you were okay. Everyone's eyes were on you. Every person standing there was staring at you, some with worry, some with curiosity. You avoided eye contact with all of them but Newt, smiling to him to reassure him. Why reassure him? You thought. I'm going to die, there's nothing reassuring about that. Thomas looked at you, you could see he was sincerely concerned about your state.

"What's going on, (Y/n)?" He asked you. You looked at your feet and sighed, tears pooling in your eyes and you looked up at him. His eyes widened, fingers wrapping around your wrists to pull you closer. "Is it..." he stopped when you nodded. You always wore long pants and no one could see the wound on your leg, but your face was pale and your eyes were red.

"I'm sorry Tommy..." you said softly.

"It's okay, we're going to find something that can cure you, we-we're-.." you cut him off.

"There's nothing we can do, Tommy." You sob, you're voice breaking. "I have to die, Thomas. I don't know what I'll turn into if I don't..." he started shaking his head, he knew what you wanted him to do. "Thomas, Tommy listen to me please. I have to do it."

"What's going on?" Newt and the others joined the conversation and you gulped. It was too late to change your mind, you had to tell all of them.

"I've got it... the flare. I was bitten and scratched on my leg and... it infected me." You told them. Everyone gasped, including Teresa (thing that took you by surprise), and you nodded. You were sorry, you felt like you should've told them sooner, but at the same time you were happy you had finally got it out of your chest. Then, killing your self would've been a lot easier.

"So... what do we do?" Minho asked. You looked at him, eyes red and filled with tears, but also with courage and stubbornness. He immediately understood and looked away. You knew Newt had a gun. You knew what you had to do in order to save all of your friends.

"Newt give me the gun..." you whispered.

"Uh uh, no no." Thomas said, stepping between you and Newt. "You're not going to kill your self, not you. We're going to find a cure, we have to."

"There's no time Thomas... I should've told you sooner, I-I should have said something so we could fix this." You cried.

"There wouldn't have been enough time anyway." Teresa said and everyone turned to her. "The Safe Heaven is too far, she would've never made it." She said.

"No no no, we are going to find a cure and you are coming with us. There's no way we're letting you die (Y/n)." Thomas said. "I can't lose you." Your vision became blurry and your head started spinning, black holes covering most of your sight as you felt your legs shaking. They couldn't help you stand anymore, and you fell to the ground. Newt wrapped his arms around your waist and helped you sit up, everyone looking at you concerned.

"We should keep going, maybe we can get help." Newt said.

"G-go..." you whispered.

"We're not leaving you here, (Y/n)." Minho said.

"I want you to." You took his hand in your and slowly got up, pulling him closer to you so you could hug him. Thomas quickly joined the hug, wrapping his arms around you from behind and you could feel his beard beat fast and unsteady. You could hear him sob softly and it made your heart break. Minho joined the hug too, then Teresa and everyone else. Everyone of you together in a big hug, one you really needed. All of you. "I love you guys. I wish you the best lives possible." You whispered.

"We love you too." Thomas and Minho said in sync. Newt wasn't speaking. He knew he was going to be the one that handed you the gun, that gave you the power to take your life. You reached in Newt's bag and grabbed the gun, the lump in your throat getting bigger and heavier. You didn't want to do this, you didn't want to end it all. But you had to. You wanted to see the day you and your friends finally got to the Safe Heaven, but it was never going to happen.

"Go." You told them. They slowly pulled away from you. All of them, but Thomas. He kept holding you in his arms. "Tommy?"

"Before we go, there's something I want to tell you, (Y/n)." You turned around, facing him. You nodded and he took the sign, a heavy and desperate sigh leaving his lips. He looked down at your lips and leaned closer. The moment lasted an eternity, eyes lingering to your lips and back to your eyes. When his lips finally brushed against yours, you couldn't help but kiss him, finally. The kiss didn't last long, but it was enough to make you relax. Once you two pulled away, reality came back, hitting you in the face like a train. That was the first and last kiss you and the man you were in love with were going to share together.

"I love you Tommy..." you whispered so that only he could hear.

"I love you too, (Y/n)." They stepped away and you saw them leaving.

You waited until all of your friends were out of your sight before taking the gun in your hand and cocking it. Why did you have to do this? After all, they were leaving without you anyway. I'll just wait a day or two. You told yourself. No. I'm not going to do it. I'll live as a monster, but at least I'll live. You threw the gun away, walking to the right from where you saw your friends disappear. You don't know where you're going, but you are going to get there alive. No matter what happens, the show is ending your way, and you are not going to go easily.