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second last chapter!!
warnings: angst
Gally pointed his gun as they moved around a corner. His head swivelled to watch (Y/n) struggle to be held up by Thomas and Newt.
"Okay, (Y/n)! We're almost there!" He shouted over his shoulder.
"At this point, leave me." His voice had deepened and his breathing was practically gasping. (Y/n) felt his lungs screaming for air, even though the boy was inhaling the air around him.
The five immediately ducked as a car rolled aggressively passed them. It was on fire, exploding. Newt held (Y/n)'s hand which weakly moved to clutch it.
The other three tilted their heads up seeing 'the ride' that Brenda spoke about. Thomas quickly scampered to their sides.
"We gotta go! We gotta go! Brenda is here!" Thomas tried to pull (Y/n) up, grunting as the boy protested.
"No— Thomas, no!" (Y/n) started to cough. Hands pressed into the concrete floor as more black goo poured out. Newt's finger feather touched the boy, moving hair out of his eyes.
"Minho, Thomas, grab the serum. Get back to us as soon as you can."
(Y/n) felt his brows scrunch together. It wasn't worth it. He could feel it. He could feel his mind slipping. "No, no, no, it's not..." Large puffs of air could be heard, his breathing getting rigid.
"Please," Newt whispered. Brown eyes moving to the two.
"I'll cover," Gally nodded at Newt. The three nodded, giving (Y/n) a determined look, who shook his head.
"No, no," he failed to grab Thomas's arm. Pained eyes watched their figures retreat. As explosion went off, his mind started to get drowned out by quiet. Breathing started to go aggressive. Chest started to rapidly going up.
"Hey! Hey! (Y/n)!" Newt grabbed his shirt, slightly shaking him to his gain attention. "We gotta move. We gotta try, yeah? We have to get up."
"You still have my elephant?" (Y/n) asked breathlessly, trying to push Newt's hands off.
"(Y/n)— that doesn't matter, right now. Okay?! It doesn't—"
"Do you have it, or not?!"
Newt let out a huff of frustration. His hand slipped into his pant pocket and pulled out the tinted animal. "See? I have it, alright? I have it."
(Y/n)'s hands were droopy, once they wrapped their fingers around it. A finger pressed against the head. It took him a few seconds to get enough oxygen for his words.
