ᵗʷᵒ 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒 ⁿᵉʷᵗᵐᵃˢ (ᶜᵒᵐᵖˡᵉᵗᵉᵈ)

What A Difference A Day Makes

NEWT POV

I wake up, a dull ache in my stomach. The implant. 

"Shit." I mutter. Thomas stirs beside me.

"Mmm, Newt, you alright?" He asks, eyes still closed.

I put my hand over the black dot on my stomach. "Fine." I whisper. "I'm fine."

"Are you lying to me?" Thomas asks. He puts his hand over mine. "Does it hurt?" 

"I'm fine, Tommy." I say, intertwining our fingers. "Totally fine."

"Totally will never sound convincing coming from you." Thomas says, sitting up, removing his hand from mine.

"Well, then, I'm completely fine." I correct, sitting up as well.

Then, Thomas takes off my shirt.

"HEY!" I cry. "I NEED THAT!"

"Shut up." Thomas says. 

He touches the implant gently. I wince involuntarily. My eyes widen.

"No. No. No, Tommy, no." I say quickly. "No, I'm fine. I'm fine. It barely hurt. I'm not-it doesn't hurt." 

"But it does." Thomas whispers. "Newt, you don't have to hide it." 

"Just give me my shirt." I say, looking away from him.

"Newt, I-"

"Tommy, just..." I shake my head. "Please, just give me my shirt and let me leave."

"Let you leave?" Thomas asks. "Or let you go?" 

I look at him. "Tommy..." I breathe. "I'll live. I'll live, I promise."

"You can't..." Thomas takes a shaky breath. "You can't promise that'll you'll live. You can only break that promise once, so it's worked so far. You've kept it so far. But you can't promise." Silent tears fall down his face. 

I smile gently. "But I just did."

Thomas lets out a laugh that's more a release of tension than anything else. 

"I love you." He says, leaning closer to me.

"I love you too." I say. 

Thomas kisses me gently.  "I'm not going to let you die." He whispers, barely taking his lips off mine. 

"Good luck with that." I breathe back. "You know, when evil corporations want you dead, you generally die. You're the one exception." 

"You are too, though." He says. "You had the Flare. They gave you the Flare. You lived." 

"And what are the odds I'll live twice?" I say, looking into his eyes.

"Technically, 50/50." He says.

"No." I say, shaking my head. "Not how it works, Tommy."

He kisses me again, tears streaming down his face.

"Tommy, you can't just kiss away your problems." I say, putting my hands in his hair.

"Well, I can if not kissing you is the problem."

I laugh slightly, shaking my head. "Yes, but-"

He kisses me again. "No buts. Just...let's be happy for now, hmm?" 

I look at him, not saying anything. "I wish it were that simple."

"It can be. For now." Thomas says. "Just let it be."

Then, a pain stabs my gut. "AH!" I shout, clutching my stomach. 

"Oh my god, Newt, are you okay? What happened?" Thomas asks.

The pain is blinding, half stabbing, half like something is leaking into my blood, something dangerous. 

I double forward, the pain disabling. "Tommy, it hurts. I don't know what happened. I'm sorry. I'm..." My breathing becomes labored. "I'm...I'm sorry."

"Newt, Newt, it's not your fault." Thomas takes my face in his hands. "It's okay, you'll be fine." 

The pain beats with my heart. 

"I won't." I mutter, my breathing uneven. "The...the goal is to k-kill me." Tears start rolling down my cheeks. "I do-don't know if...if it'll kill me n-now or soon b-but Tommy," I look up at him. "I n-n-need you to know that...that I love you. I don't want it to...to end this way." It feels like the part of me with my implant is missing. "I n-need more time. We...we were supposed to b-be happy. This was supposed to be the end." I press my forehead against Thomas's chest. 

"Newt, no." He pulls my head up. "No, no. Derek, Dr. Shepherd, he can help. He can save you."

"T-Thomas, he's...he's a heart surgeon. He's not..." I gasp, the pain spreading to my chest. "He's not...can't help." My breathing starts to slow. "Tommy...just...just let me go."

Thomas pulls me against him. "No. No, no, you know I can't do that."

"Then..." I stop to catch my breath. "T-take me...take me to Doc-doctor Shepherd. I-if you m-must. B-but Thomas." He looks at me. "I-I'm going to die. I-I am. I need you to know th-that." My breath catches in my chest. "And...I'm going to pass out now. S-so I'm t-telling you goodbye. I love you, Tommy, I always have."

"No." He says. "No, come on. No. You'll be fine. NO!" Thomas sobs.

But I pass out against his chest.

THOMAS POV

I feel Newt's body fall against me. I pick him up. He's disturbingly light. I go as fast as I can to the hospital building. I see Derek.

"DEREK!" I cry. "You need to help me! Something's wrong with him. I don't know, I-"

Derek nods. He takes Newt from me. "Thomas, you need to leave me alone while I save him."

I nod. "O-okay." 

I try to walk back but I stumble. I make it past the door before I break down completely. Then, I feel a hand on my shoulder. Elizabeth.

"Thomas?" She says.

I stand. "This is your fault." I say. "All of it. Do you even realize what you've done? Newt's dying. Because of you. THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!" I scream. "YOU DID THIS! AND YOU DID IT TO ME TOO! YOU DID THIS TO MINHO! YOU DID THIS TO ALL OF US!"

"Thomas, whoa, I-" She starts. 

I shake my head, tears falling out of my eyes. "No. You know what, just forget it."

I push past her and make my way, shaking, to my bed. I see Minho sitting on it.

"Um, Minho?" I ask, wiping at my tears. "What are you doing here?"

"I heard about Newt." He says. "He'll live."

"I know." I say. "I-I know."  

I sit next to him. 

"You know, mine doesn't hurt at all." He says. "What's different with Newt."

"Something called IMAT is trying to kill all the non-immunes." I tell him. "And he's not immune, so..."

Minho nods. "So we're fine?"

"We're fine." I affirm. "Well, you're fine."

Minho puts a hand on my shoulder. "Newt'll be fine. I'm sure." 

"But you can't be sure, Minho." I whisper. "You can't know. And what if he does die? What will I do then?" 

Minho sighs. "You'll have us still, Thomas." 

I look away from him, fresh tears brimming in my eyes. 

"Thomas?" Minho says. 

"I'm fine, Minho." I say, standing. "I gotta go."

"Okay..." He says.

I run out of the building, head in my hands when I run into someone.

"Oh, sorry, I-Derek?" I say, looking up.

"Thomas, just the man I was looking for." He says. "I have some news about Newt."