Say You Won't Let Go

Let me save one life

YN's POV:

I can't feel my legs.
I can't feel my arms, or my hands, or my face.
I can't feel anything parts of my body at all.
All I'm left with is the pain.
The horrible, feeling of being eaten alive by a treacherous beast.

The virus is winning.

"Help me Tommy," Newt calls to Thomas for help. Although, they're voices sound muffled again. The ringing in my ears doesn't help either.

Newt's POV:

I hoist YN into a standing position. I go to carry her bridal style, knowing she's too weak to move, but Tommy stops me. "Newt your leg. You hurt it more. It'll be easier if we both carry her. Like this." Thomas wraps YN's limp motionless arm around his shoulders. I do the same, not wanting to waste any time by arguing with Thomas.

"Hang in love!" I try to encourage, but the love of my life doesn't respond. Instead she stands with her head dipped low towards the ground. "Come on fight for me!"

"This way!" Thomas starts to lead the three of us around the fires and chaos and towards the others.

Explosions erupt all around us, burning the city to the grounds. Gunshots follow and the occasional shouting.

YN's body becomes heavier by the second, indicating that her body's giving up. The flare is too strong for her.

"Come on love stay with me!!" I keep repeating, trying to get my voice to my YN. The girl who still lies within her virus infected body.

I grunt as Thomas struggles to find a safe path towards the direction in where Minho and Gally went. He drags YN and I through the ruins of burning buildings and shattered glass. Until we reach an open area with no people and no fire. An abandoned street.

I can feel my leg start to give out with every step I take but I push through the pain knowing that YN is suffering and going through much worse than me. Thomas breathes heavily, struggling to keep the almost unconscious girl's arm around his shoulders.

A sudden groan from YN causes Thomas and me to jump, suddenly startled. The shock causes Thomas to fall to his knees. YN's body, now having only me to support itself on, falls on me. I grunt at the hard impact once my body falls to the hard cement street. YN's body falls on top of mine. Her back on my stomach. I hiss at the pain, but manage to force myself onto my elbows.

"YN?" I take her face, that's now covered in thick black veins, into my hands and rest it on my lap. "Love?" I whisper, noticing that she won't respond to my voice. I start to panic. My breath quickening. I quickly lean my head on her chest, trying desperately to find a heartbeat. It takes me a second, but I manage to hear her heart beat. Although it beats a lot faster than usual. Almost as if she had been running or out of breath.

"We can't keep moving like this." Thomas speaks up. I turn towards him. "We're both too weak to carry her."

I carefully place YN's head onto the hard ground, putting my gloves below it to create a somewhat more comfortable head rest. I stand to face Thomas. "I'm not giving up Tommy. I can't."

"I'm on planning on it either." Thomas shakes his head. "But we're getting nowhere like this. We need a different plan." Thomas explains.

"I agree bu-."

I'm cut off but the sound of a feminine voice. "Thomas." The girls voice whom I recognize as Teresa's echoes through some sort of speakers.

Tommy and I stand Side by side, both wearing confused looks.

"Thomas I need you to listen to me." Teresa calls. I knit my eyebrows, wondering what the hell it is she wants now. "I need you to come back. There's a reason why Brenda's not sick anymore. It's your blood, Thomas. It's the cure. There's still time for YN. I just need to you to come back to me."