Say You Won't Let Go

The real saviors

I have no clue how long Newt and I had sat on the ground, just holding onto one another. It was a miracle I was still here, alive and now healthy.

All the things I did just so I could call him mine.

It was at that moment when I realized that I had found my home a long time ago. It wasn't a place, but a person. Someone that made you feel safe snd secure. Newt was my home, and as long as we were together, everything would be okay.

"YN?" A shocked voice spoke out.

I pull my head up and off of  Newt's now tear stained shirt. I turn to the 'doorway' of the tent to find my best friends. Minho and Thomas. They both stand there with their mouths wide open in shock.

I wipe the tears off of my face as a giant smile forms on my lips. "Hey shanks," my voice comes out a little shaky as I attempt to lighten up the mood with a casual tone.

The two boys waste no time in running over to me and wrapping me in a giant hug.

"You're alive?!" Minho gasps, almost as if he were questioning it.

"No Minho I'm dead." Sarcasm gets the best of me and I roll my eyes playfully although Minho is not facing me at the moment.

"That's not funny. We thought you weren't going to wake up." Minho cries into my left shoulder. I chuckle.

"I can't believe it." Thomas cries into my right shoulder. I hug the two boys who have grown to be my best friends throughout my lifetime.

Newt remains seated and I can see him grinning in front of me. 'Thank you,' I mouth to my boyfriend from behind Thomas and Minho's backs. Newt tries to hide a sniffle which causes Minho to pull away for a second.

"Get in here too shank," Minho grabs Newt's arm, bringing him into the group hug right beside me. Thomas laughs as we adjust the embrace for Newt to be able to fit.

I sob louder as I remember the time before this when we hugged like this. The last time we had a group hug was in the glade, where we still had Chuck. I close my damp eyes, burying my face in Newt's shoulder, not wanting to cry anymore. I could've been one of those fallen friends. All brave souls who should've been here with us.

"We thought we lost you," Thomas speaks out, pulling away from the hug and sitting with his back to the bed.

"You gave us quite the scare too Tommy." Newt's British voice speaks in a low but serious tone.

"Wait what happened to Thomas?" I scrunch up my nose. "Wasn't he with us?" I try to get some answers from the time I was out of my mind and being taken away by the virus.

Newt shakes his head. "He got the cure for you, love." The blonde briefly explains.

"But I thought Minh-"

"The bliss didn't cure you. Tommy had the brilliant idea to run ahead to get the serum made." Newt rubs his hand on my shoulder.

"It wasn't my idea." Thomas says in an almost whisper. "It was Teresa's."

I can spot fresh tears building up in his eyes. I remain clueless as to where we are snd who's all here to I continue to ask questions. "Where is she?" I tilt my head a bit to try and meet Thomas' eyes.

Thomas bits his lower lip for a second before speaking up. "She died. Saving me."

Minho pats Thomas on the back in an attempt to comfort the brunette boy. My lips form a frown, sad for my friend that he lost the girl he loved. Hell, I didn't like Teresa. You could say I hated that girl because of what she cost us, but I could tell it was hurting Thomas that she wasn't here, and I couldn't be mad at him for loving her.

"How am I still here?" I question, as I look down at my stomach remembering the potentially fatal injury I caused for myself.

"The doctor shank... what's his name..." Minho snaps his fingers trying to remember.

"Quintin?" I stand up.

"Yeah! That's it." Minho points at me.

"No.. it's, it's Quintin." I gesture towards the tent's entrance where the curly haired boy stands, holding a tray of medical supplies that I suppose are for me.

"Hey YN," Quintin gives me a kind smile. "It's good to see you're awake." The rest of the boys all rise to their feet as well. "I came to change the wrapping again, but I see you're up now." The boy awkwardly, chuckles, placing the tray on the small table.

Quintin's POV:

When I came closer to the tent that we had set up for YN to stay in, I heard voices. I was almost sure that it was Newt, since he often visited her whenever I went to check up on her.

As the Safe Haven's first educated doctor, I felt almost complete. I could finally help those in this world without harming anyone or anything. I could do something well without being hated by the rest of the world. I was finally the good guy.

The other part of me was still afraid that I had failed since YN had not woken up yet. I had managed to save Thomas from the bullet shot. He awoke about a week after we reached new land, but it had been almost 2 weeks and YN had still not woken up. That was until today, to my surprise, the h/c haired girl was not laying in her usual spot on the small bed, motionless. YN was up and well. I couldn't help myself from smiling so bright at the sight of the girl I had once fallen in love with. YN's lips formed a grin when she saw me which I didn't expect to receive.

I did it. I fulfilled my promise. I saved YN and allowed her to live. I could finally say that I did something good for her.

I thought the smile was a lot from her, but then she walked up to me and wrapped me in an embrace.

"Thank you," she whispers into my shoulder.

I had never really been that much taller than her, maybe like 3 or 4 inches, so it was easy for her to rest her head on my shoulder. The feeling was exactly like I remembered it. Comforting and warm. I wanted to ease into the hug, but it didn't feel right.

My arms were still held back up in the air, unsure if I should hug YN back. I turn my gaze to the blonde boy, her boyfriend, and he gave me a small nod, giving me permission to hug the girl. So I took the chance, and I wrap my arms around her frame in a friendly hug. Nothing that would disrespect YN or give the wrong ideas to the other.

My feelings for the girl had never truly left. They were just boxed up with the memory of what her and I used to have. Being able to hold YN in a hug was all I needed. It was a sign that would hopefully allow me to move on. To finally let her go.

"Thank you," YN releases her hold on me, backing away to stand beside her boyfriend. "Thank you so much."

I give the girl one last grin. "Always."

YN's POV:

I had made the right choice seeking friendship with the person who was supposed to be the enemy. If it weren't for Quintin, Thomas and I could possible be dead right now, without the help of an experienced doctor.

I found myself grateful for a lot of things. It was hard to find good in the world, but I was lucky enough to be able to have met such wonderful people I call my family. Was this it? We're we at the end? I narrow my eyes at the sight of blue seeping through the tent's white curtains. Immediately after spotting the bright color, I hear the sound of the ocean. I don't remember seeing one before, but I was certain that was it.

"Wait," I hold onto Newt's arm, pulling it softly to gain his attention. Newt gazes down at me. His eyebrow raised as if saying, 'go on?'

"Where are we?"

The three boys exchanged happy glances and I continue to wonder. Could it be? Did we find our Safe Haven?

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