ᵗʷᵒ 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒 ⁿᵉʷᵗᵐᵃˢ (ᶜᵒᵐᵖˡᵉᵗᵉᵈ)

Damage Case

NEWT POV

"He is?" I ask. "Take us to him." I tell the doctor. 

Dr. Shepherd smirks. "Alright." 

He walks out of the room and we follow him. He leads us to Minho's room.

"MINHO!" I gasp. "Oh my god, are you alright?" I ask. "I'm sorry, I tried to stop them but then I got shot and they stopped me and I-"

"Newt, shut up. I'm tired." Minho groans. 

I chuckle. "Right. Sorry."

Minho pushes himself upright. "What the shuck is this?" Minho asks as soon as the door closes and Dr. Shepherd leaves, lifting his shirt.

I bite my lip. "Well," I chuckle. "That's kind of..." I put a hand behind my neck. "They're a kind of implant thing?" I say, unsure how to phrase this. 

Minho looks at me. "What?" 

Thomas steps forward and lifts his shirt too. "We have them too, Minho. Elizabeth got it first, then me, then Newt and now you. We don't know what they are. We don't know what they do and we don't know if they'll kill us." I wince. "But we all have them now and we need to figure something out. I know that much."

Minho nods. "Alright. I trust you, Thomas." He looks to me. "And I trust you too."

I nod. 

"We haven't been trying hard enough to figure this out." Thomas says. "We need to do something now. Before they kill us."

I look at Thomas, tears brimming in my eyes. We're going to die if we resist, but maybe we can save everyone else. I swallow, my resolve hardening. 

"Well, we have to figure what we can even do." I point out. The other two nod. "And we need Elizabeth."

Thomas groans. "Why?" 

"Because she was the first one with the implant, Tommy!" I say.

"Yeah, but I don't like her." He reasons.

A small smile creeps onto my face. "But we still need her, Tommy, I'm sorry."

He smirks. "Fine. But let me do all the talking."

"Jealous are we?" I ask him.

"Shut up." 

Minho clears his throat. "Guys, hate to break up whatever that was but we should probably focus."

I blush slightly. "Sorry, Minho."

"Yeah, sorry, Minho." Thomas says. He winks at me. I hit him. Minho rolls his eyes.

"Focus." He says. "While I'm stuck in this bed, you two shanks need to go find some things out. Talk to Elizabeth if you have to." Thomas scowls. "I mean it, slinthead. Go."

I roll my eyes at Thomas's reaction but take his hand as we walk out of the room, lacing our fingers.

"So step one is find Elizabeth." Thomas says, swinging our arms back and forth, making my shoulder throb but I love it so I don't stop him. 

"I suppose so." I say. "Where do you think she is?"

"How am I supposed to know?" He spits. Elizabeth is a very touchy subject for him.

I unlock our hands and put a hand on his arm. "Tommy, calm down. It's okay." 

He nods, licking his lips. "Yeah. Sorry. She's just..." He shakes his head. "Nothing. I'm fine."

I smile. "You are jealous of her. It's kind of adorable."

He turns red. "I'm not jealous." 

"Mhm, okay." I say, retaking his hand. "It doesn't really matter. Let's just go find Elizabeth."

He reluctantly follows a few feet behind me, our fingers connected. Then, he stops.

"I just remembered something." He says.

"Yes?" I say, heart beating faster.

"You warned me not resist." He drops my hand. "Why?"

I bite my lip. "You remember when I was in the hospital and I said there were something things I couldn't tell you?" I ask. He nods. "That's one of them."

Thomas looks at me, eyes full of sadness. "Okay, Newt. I trust you."

And with that, my heart shattered and I break. Tears poor out of my eyes as I look at Thomas. We'll both be dead soon. But we can save someone or maybe even many someones. Thomas looks at me, startled. 

"Whoa, Newt, are you alright."

I feel like I can't breathe. I choke, cold night air, rushing into my air. Thomas runs over and wraps his arms around me.

"I'm sorry, Tommy." I whisper, burying my face in his neck, more tears falling onto his skin. "I'm sorry."

"Newt, tell me what's wrong. Please, tell me what's wrong." He says gently, his voice warm against my ear. 

"Tommy, I can't." I choke. "I can't. I want to. I want to so desperately, but I can't." 

I try to hold back my tears but I start to shake. Thomas pulls me closer.

"It's alright." He says, rubbing small circles on my back. "It's alright. We'll be okay."

"No, Tommy, we won't." I mumble. "That's what you don't realize. That's what I can't explain. I'm so sorry I got us into this mess. I'm so so sorry." 

Thomas pulls away slightly, his arms around my waist, my hands resting on his shoulders, tears still falling from my eyes. 

"Newt, what are you talking about?" He asks me. 

"I-I-I can't tell you." I sob. "I swear, Tommy, I want to. But I can't."

Thomas nods. "I know you have a good reason."

I can't stop the tears falling from my eyes. I look into his golden eyes. "I...I love you, Tommy." 

"I know." He says. "I love you too."

I put my hands into his hair and pull his head so they're inches apart.

"You...are the reason I'm still alive." I whisper. "And I want to be the reason you're still alive, so you need to not resist, okay? Me and Minho can handle it. I know we can. If you resist, you die." 

Thomas licks his lip. "I'm not letting you die, Newt. If you die, I die. We do this together, or not at all."

"Are you sure about that?" I ask. 

"Positive. I can't live without you." He breathes.

"I couldn't live without you either." I press my lips against Thomas's and it feels like the world stops. Like it's just us. Like it should be. 

A/N: Hey, guuuuuuuuuuuuuuys. So, I really need to stop making people get hurt. This is really a sign that I watch to much Grey's Anatomy and Teen Wolf! But, haha, who's gonna stop me? Well, anyway, thanks for reading my story! 
And I was wondering, would any of you be interested in an original story of mine? The idea literally came to me in a dream. I have very entertaining dreams. But yeah. Lemme know. 
Love y'all! xx