𝗕𝗔𝗖𝗞 𝗧𝗢 𝗬𝗢𝗨 | newt x reader (ON HOLD)

CHAPTER 27 - Syringe of Hope

𝗜 𝗛𝗔𝗩𝗘 𝗡𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗥 𝗪𝗔𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗗 to break my own walls and jump out of the window so much, but the hundreds of feet drop would surely welcome me to immediate death. I have been sitting here, been rotating in my swivel chair for over thirty minutes. After Dad-no-that fucking imbecile slapped me, I was thrown here in the quarters I share with Teresa and Dominic. The cut on my head has stopped bleeding, yet the sting is still there. If I will not die from worrying about Newt and boredom, I would surely die from infection. I'm in a research institution, yet my wound hasn't been nursed. Yuck.

For the first time in forever, the doors finally opened and a tired looking Nurse Hanna entered the room with a first-aid kit on her hands. I stopped my merry-go-around-ing and raised my brow at her.

She exhaled and rubbed her tired eyes, in an attempt to rub off sleep. "(Y/n), Dr. Paige wants you to come in the lab. There's something Dr. Teresa discovered. Guards will be escorting us in case you want to run away again."

Even she is already tired of my bs. She just called me (Y/n) either. No doctor, not even (L/n)-Janson. Even WICKED staffs are so done with me. Well, the feeling is mutual.

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After cleaning my cut, Hanna and I went to the research laboratory. The mess earlier is still evident and the broken glass walls haven't been replaced. The entire building is evacuating because of the commotion and the terrorists outside the walls.

"What the fuck is she doing here?" somebody sneered after I stepped out of the sanitation booth.

I turned to look at my left and saw a shirtless guy with dark hair with his back facing me. His body is lean and his biceps are a bit muscly. What really suprised me is the bandage on his shoulder. He turned to look at me and glared. It was Dominic.

I immediately moved my gaze away from him out of shame. I never thought that he could have that man-bod but I never really know him. Like I never really know everyone in this building. Plus, I'm the one who gave him that wound. I'm the one who shot him. Honestly, I'm a bit relieved that he's still alright after what Minho and I did. Can't live with the guilt of his death on my hands...

"Easy on her, Dom. She's still your colleague," Chancellor Paige said, moving away from Teresa who's staring at me, a microscope in front of her.

"Tsk. Colleague. Never thought that they're supposed to shoot and betray you," he grumbled before walking at the bio-freezer across the room.

"Ignore him. (Y/n), I'm not happy with what you did but we have important matters to settle here. It's about the Cure. " Dr. Paige ushered me to come near them and to peek at the specimen plate under the microscope.

I look at the eyepiece and saw the magnified vision of the wet-mounted plate. It was a Flare specimen but something was strange. There are dozens of enzymes-Flaralase-present also on the plate. They bind on the virus and fit very well, making them perform phagocytosis, a process that engulfs solids. After engulfing the virus completely, the enzyme produced another substance, an antibody. The Cure. The Death Cure.

I moved my gaze away from the microscope's eyepiece and faced the other female scientists, a stunned look in my face. I couldn't believe it. Is this really what we've been looking for? Is this finally the answer we've been searching?

"Remember Thomas's blood on the cotton? I extracted it and combined to some drugs that are needed for Cure production. I was stunned with the results, too. Unlike Minho's, his Flaralase are stronger that even when the virus releases inhibitors that binds to kill the enzyme, they don't affect Thomas's Flaralase. Hence, they only make it stronger," Teresa explained, a small smile tugging on her lips. "This is it, (Y/n). We finally found the Cure."