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The call---Newt imagine

A deadly virus had struck.

They called it the flare.

People were trying to quarantine, but you knew it was only a matter of time.

Well, for the other people, not you.

You had been told you were immune, from the many, many doctors you had gone to see.

Newt, your boyfriend for many years, was sitting next to you.

You were in your room, even though the house was completely empty since your parents had long since fled, trying to find a place safer than the flare, as they were not immune. You sat on the edge of your bed waiting for the call that would decide Newt's fate.

Immune or not immune.

Safe or not safe.

Able to keep living almost normally or not.

Newt clutched his phone, his face slightly pale.

You put your hand on Newt's hand, and Newt looked up.

You smile softly, and he manages something resembling a smile. You spoke with as much softness and compassion as possible.

"Newt, it'll be okay."

Newt nodded slightly, and you continued.

"It'll be okay, it'll be oka-"

You were cut off with the phone blaring.

Despite the fact that Newt's ringtone was a soft guitar strumming, it still seemed jarring.

Newt glanced at you, before fumbling for the phone, and managing to accept the call.

"H-Hello?"

You squeezed Newt's hand softly as he continued to talk on the phone.

"Yes, yes this is Newton Isaacs."

Newt stared off into space as the person on the other end of the phone told him something.

"W-W-What?"

Newt's eyes glazed over with a sheen of stunned tears.

"R-Really? Y-Yes I u-understand."

Newt's hand was gripping the phone so tightly his knuckles were white.

"Newt? Newt, honey?"

Newt didn't respond. You took the phone away from his ear, into your own hand.

Newt didn't move.

You put the phone to your ear.

You tried to keep the tension and worry out of your voice.

"Hello?"

A way too relaxed voice responded.

"Who is this?"

You respond immediately.

"This is (Y/N). I'm Newt's- You know what? It's not important."

The voice on the phone sounded annoyed.

"Is there a reason you're on the phone now?"

You looked back at Newt, who was still staring off into space, blinking rapidly.

"He's not immune is he."

It was a statement. Not a question. The voice spoke the worst sentence that you had heard in your life.

"Yes, he is not immune."

You set the phone down for a second, letting it drop into your lap.

Newt wasn't immune.