Since We Were Kids // Death Cure (Newt x Reader)

Chapter Thirteen

What the actual fuck. I cannot believe i haven't written since November. I'm so sorry for making you all wait. Thank you guys for all the nice comments it's actually really motivating. And I promise that I'll update more often!

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Teddy's POV

I find my way back to the room we were previously in, and I immediately notice that the only person missing from the room is Newt.

"Where is he?" I say, concern laced in my voice as I ask the question to no one in particular.

"I just talked to him," Thomas saying quietly. "He's outside." And he points down the hallway— the one I last saw him standing in.

I don't wait for anyone to say anything else as I quickly walk over. At the end of the small hallway there's a door, and when I opened it light started peering from above. I shut the door behind me and started to climb a metal ladder, following the sunshine. I squint my eyes to adjust to the brightness, and I see him before my body is even fully climbed out from the ladder.

He sits on the edge of the roof, legs dangling off. My knees feel weak not knowing how high up we are. I look at him, and mind is draws a blank on what I want to say to him, or even the reason for coming up here. Do I not say anything? Silence can be a great source of strength for us. It's always been comforting between us. Even sometimes you can know exactly what the other is saying through their silence. And if you don't understand my silence, how will you understand my words?

I carefully climb out completely, trying not to make too much noise, but then again I wouldn't want to startle him.

I start my way over to him on my tippy toes, but the I think what the hell am I doing? and so I walk regularly over.

I know he hears me coming. I know he can see me from the corner of his eye. But he doesn't look over. He doesn't move his head or his body. He doesn't do that thing where his body shifts when he's uncomfortable or that thing where he runs two fingers across his bottom lip when he doesn't know what to do with his hands.

So I sit beside him. Inches apart yet miles away.

"Teddy..." he whispers. I almost shiver at his voice. You can hear the regret and sorrow laced in it.

I don't respond. I look anywhere but him and anywhere but my legs dangling off the rooftop.

"Teddy I screwed up."

I swallow the lump in my throat.

"And— And I can't keep this from you anymore."

My eyes dart to him quickly, confused, as he pulls up his right sleeve.
Right then and there I realize it's the beginning and end of everything.

"No..." I shake my head in horror. "No no no. Newt-"

The darkened, thick, blue, veins are seem to be exploding out of his forearm.

Newt is infected.

"I'm so sorry I hit you, Teddy," he says sincerely. "Trust me- it was beyond my control." He shakes his head, staring at his arm. "Please forgive me."

He draws his eyes back to mine.

"When did this happen!?"

"I don't—"

"Fucking hell," I murmur. "Newt I knew you would never hurt me intentionally. I just— god I had no idea it was because of this..." I reach out towards his arm and begin tracing my fingers across each bulging vein. My heart beats out of my chest. "God damn... I wish you would've told me," I murmur, making eye contact again.

"I wish I would have, too."

"Newt there's still time... we can.. we-" I stumble over words and begin to panic. "How can I fix this!?"

"Hey..." he gently grabs my hands and moves closer to me. "Teddy listen to me, not everything gets to be fixed."

I exhale a shaky breath and my eyes fill with tears. "Don't say that," I shake my head. "There's still time. We're going to find a way, okay? You're going to be okay."

"Teddy... whatever happens-"

"Can you just promise me you'll be okay? Please..."

He looks at our intertwined hands. "Teddy you know I can't promise something like that."

Tears begin to flood. "Newt!" I nearly shout. "I need you to promise me! I can't do this without you!"

I watch the tears puddle in his own eyes. "Teddy! I can't!" He shakes his head and looks back up at me. "You know I won't be able to keep that promise. You just need to hear me say it to reassure yourself."

"Oh come on!" I cry. "Sure I want to reassure myself— because I'm in love you, Newt. I love you and care about you so much. If I do nothing to help you I won't be able to live with myself! I don't think you understand exactly how much I need you."

Newt doesn't say anything, just wraps his arms around me. I don't hesitate to hug him back, letting him collapse into my arms. I run my fingers through his golden hair as he lets out cries that pierce my heart.
Then my own throat tightens.
The heat behind my eyes becomes more noticeable.
My chest starts to shake.
Soon enough, more tears are streaming down my face and I'm sobbing.

For the second time today. Both times because of my best friend.

"I love you, Teddy..." he sobs. My heart aches. "I'm so scared," he admits in a whisper.

With my chin on his shoulder, I nod. "I know..." I bite the inside of my lip. "I know... me too." My hands start to shake in uncertain anticipation on what laid in the near future.

We both slowly release from the hug, and he cups my cheek with one hand, the other one wiping away the tears. "You've done so much for me, Teddy. You saved my life. And not only literally, but you did do that too," he chuckles. "I cannot thank you enough. You make life worth living."

One final tear falls down his cheek, and I put one hand on his shoulder and the other on the back of his neck, and I pull him closer to me to kiss it off his cheek.

"Newt, you save my life every day. I love you."

I feel him smile as he kisses the top of my head.

"Are you okay?" Newt asks.

My arms are wrapped around him, the side of my face smushed into his chest and his chin resting on my head. "Right now I'm perfect. Are you okay?"

"Right now I'm perfect."

After a moment he says, "Teddy?"

"Yes?"

"Will you be my girlfriend?"

I immediately get a swarm of butterflies in my stomach. My grip tightens around him. "Newt?"

"Yes?" He voice sounds almost scared.

"I would absolutely love to be."

And we're kissing.

We don't know what's going to happen. And right now, we don't want to. As long as we're living in the moment, this moment, then life can be perfect— if we choose for it to be. Everything in life is temporary, but when we're together, there still seems to be a eternity to live.   

Yet again, it's the beginning and end of everything.

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This was short but thanks for reading! I'll update soon.