Say You Won't Let Go

It's time

We had all changed into our WICKED uniforms by now. Mine was rather large, considering about 99% of the workers there were big, muscular men. Gally had collected a bunch of guns similar to theirs and placed them all on the table.

I grabbed my black face mask and stood by the others. I looked at myself from the masks' reflection. I looked fine. To be completely honest though, I wasn't feeling 100%. The virus was obviously getting to me. It kept spreading. I could feel it in my veins. It felt as if fire was being set to my insides. I didn't dare show any pain or suspicion to anyone. Newt would not let me go with them if I showed any pain at all. That was for sure. And the others, they simply didn't know yet. Eventually they would find out, once I start coughing up black blood and having the veins cover all my body, but for now, it was best they didn't know. It would distract them from what's really important here. Saving Minho, and I was going with them.

I couldn't just sit back and wait for my friends to rescue Minho on their own. I needed to help them. The more people the better. This was our last chance. If we didn't succeed here, we'd most likely never get Minho back.

Teresa was still working on removing Thomas' tracker as I got myself ready. I could see Teresa making an effort to chat, but Thomas only spoke to her in few words. It must've been hard for him.

Newt came towards me after changing into WICKED's uniform. His had maroon colors on it, and the collar covered almost his entire neck. God he looked hot. I know it wasn't really appropriate to be checking my boyfriend out right before we're about to complete a life threatening mission, but I couldn't help myself. Newt told me to find ways to distract myself from the virus, and damn he looked fine.

"See something you like love?" Newt smirks, bringing me back from my unholy thoughts.

I blush. "Yeah." I simply smiled, admitting to him the truth.

Newt chuckles, then grabs one of the large guns from the table for himself. He grabs another one identical to his and hands it to me. "Here love."

"Thank you," I reluctantly take the dangerous weapon from his hands and hang it over my shoulder.

I'm not going to lie. I was nervous. This plan was so risky. We were gonna succeed. I had faith. We would get Minho back one way or the other. No matter what the cost.

Newt's POV:

Ever since I found out that YN wasn't immune and had the flare, I had kept an eye on her more often. I offered help if she needed it, and I was always there if she needed me. It was bloody awful knowing I couldn't give her the one thing she needed though. The cure.

I wanted her to go with Brenda and get everyone on the bus we planned to steal, or with Jorge waiting on the berg, but YN refused like the stubborn girl she is. YN said she wanted to go with Gally, Tommy, Teresa, and I, so I finally gave in.

Our plan had to work. I could clearly see that almost everyone was slowly losing hope since the train-stealing plan failed. We were so confident that that plan would work last time, but it didn't. The odds were more in our favor last time because we had the element of surprise. But now, WICKED most likely knew that we were coming. This made the plan a lot riskier. Not to mention the fact that we have less people, my infected girlfriend, and Teresa who could stab us in the back and rat us out again.

I sigh, looking up at my girlfriend. YN ties her h/c hair into a low ponytail. All she ever wanted was to live a happy life. I wanted to give her the life I promised her. My YN deserved the world. Bloody hell she deserved way better than that.

Every time I look at her now, knowing that she is infected, all I think is: it should've been me, it should've been me. YN would scold me for thinking that way if she knew, but I didn't care. It shouldn't have been her. If I could I would switch spots with her on the dot, no questions asked. I'd gladly take her spot as being the one infected. I would die for her because she meant the world to me. YN's my everything. I can't live without her. I couldn't live with myself if she dies on my watch. It would crush me. Utterly destroy me. There's no way in hell I'm letting that happen. Not when we're so close to freedom.

"Ready Newt?" YN's voice brings me back from my depressing thoughts. I try to paint on a smile for her sake, and maybe even my own.

"Yeah love, I'm ready," I answer.

YN giggles quietly, which I hadn't heard her do in a while, as she comes closer and fixes my collar.

"Thanks love," I blush. Bloody hell we had been together over 1 year and a half now and she still managed to make me blush.

"It was nothing," YN keeps her hands on my shoulders even after she finishes. I stare at her until her e/c eyes meet my own. I lean my head forward, and I am about to kiss her when she leans her forehead on mine. I raise my eyebrow at her questionably. "We don't know if you're immune, Newt." She whispers so only I can hear. "You can't kiss me. I could infect you."

"I don't care, love," I bring my lips to hers, until their barely brushing over each other. I lick my chapped, bottom lip before I close the gap between us.

YN's POV:

Not knowing if Newt's immune or not scares me. I'm afraid that by being close with him and kissing him I will pass the virus to him if there's a chance he isn't immune to it.

Either way, I kiss him back. His chapped, yet somehow still soft, pink lips kiss mine. It was a simple kiss, and i wondered if it was going to be the last we shared. I wanted to argue with Newt and tell him to be careful around me but I don't.

There's a really high chance I won't make it out alive, and I want to cherish these last beautiful moments with the love of my life before I'm past the gone. Newt won't admit it, but I will.

I'm not making it out of this one, and I'm okay with that. As long as it wasn't Newt, it was perfect.

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