What if?

Chapter 2

The silence in the abandoned WICKED facility was thick and oppressive, a palpable weight that seemed to press down on Teresa from all sides. The stillness was broken only by the occasional drip of water echoing through the empty corridors, each drop a haunting reminder of the passage of time. Shadows danced across the cracked walls, cast by the dim light that struggled to penetrate the grime-covered windows. The air was stale, carrying with it the scent of decay and forgotten hopes.

It was here, in this forsaken place, that Teresa had found refuge—a place where she could work without interruption, a place where she could try to save Newt. The facility, once a hub of activity and experimentation, now lay in ruins, its secrets buried beneath layers of dust and neglect. Teresa had scoured every corner, her determination unwavering, driven by the need to find something—anything—that could help her friend.

In one of the last operational labs, hidden beneath a pile of discarded equipment, she had found the serum. It was a gamble, the last desperate hope in a series of desperate hopes. The vial had been dusty, its label faded, but the promise it held was enough to rekindle her dwindling optimism. She had injected it into Newt's arm with trembling hands, her heart pounding with a mix of fear and hope, and then watched, praying that it would work.

Days turned into weeks, each one marked by uncertainty and fear. She had stayed by his side, tending to his every need, watching for any sign that he was getting better. The facility's oppressive silence became a backdrop to her anxious vigil, each passing moment stretching into an eternity. Teresa's world had narrowed to the confines of this room, where the only sounds were Newt's labored breathing and the occasional rustle of fabric as she adjusted his blankets.

It had been one month since she administered the serum. One month of silence, waiting, and hoping. The days had blurred together, a monotonous cycle of care and anxiety. Teresa's exhaustion was a constant companion, the weight of her sleepless nights etched into the lines of her face. She had lost track of time, her existence defined by the rhythmic rise and fall of Newt's chest.

Teresa sat beside Newt's makeshift bed, her eyes heavy with exhaustion. The dim light filtering through the dirty windows cast eerie shadows across the room, highlighting the stark contrast between the world outside and the fragile hope she clung to within these walls. She reached out and gently brushed a lock of hair from Newt's forehead, her heart aching with worry. His face was pale, gaunt from weeks of unconsciousness, but there was a serenity to his features that gave her a sliver of solace.

"Come on, Newt," she whispered, her voice barely audible in the oppressive silence. "You have to wake up. We need you."

She leaned back in her chair, her body heavy with fatigue. Her mind drifted to the memories of their time together, the trials they had faced, the friends they had lost. Each memory was a double-edged sword, a reminder of the stakes and the strength they had drawn from each other. Teresa's resolve hardened. She couldn't afford to lose him. Not now, not after everything they had endured.

As she sat there, lost in thought, a faint sound reached her ears. It was so soft, so subtle, that she almost dismissed it as a figment of her imagination. But then she heard it again—a weak, rasping breath, followed by the faintest whisper of her name.

"Teresa?"

Her heart leaped, a mixture of shock and overwhelming relief flooding her senses. She leaned forward, her eyes wide with hope. "Newt?" she said, her voice trembling. "Newt, can you hear me?"

Newt's eyes fluttered open, the faintest glimmer of awareness returning to his gaze. He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, his eyes locking onto hers. "Teresa," he whispered again, his voice weak but unmistakably alive.

Tears of relief streamed down her face as she clasped his hand tightly. "You're awake," she said, her voice choked with emotion. "You're alive."

He tried to sit up, but she gently pushed him back down. "Take it easy. You've been out for a while."

Newt looked around, taking in the dilapidated room, the medical equipment that had kept him alive, and the weary but determined face of the girl who had saved him. "What happened? The last thing I remember is... the infection."

Teresa nodded, her expression grave. "You were turning. I found the serum. I had to try."

"And the others?" he asked, his eyes searching hers for answers.

"They think we're dead," Teresa admitted. "Thomas, Minho, everyone—they're at the Safe Haven now. They think we didn't make it."

Newt absorbed this information, a mixture of relief and sorrow playing across his face. He couldn't believe that Teresa, the girl who betrayed all of them, did everything to save him.

"Why are you helping me?" his voice was a mixture of questioning and hatred toward the girl standing in front of him.

Teresa sigh. "I know that you have no right to trust me again, since I betrayed you, all of you. But believe me when I say that all I want is to help you." she paused for a second. "I saved your life Newt! You won't be here if I didn't came back for you!"

Newt stayed silent, he knew she was right but it was hard to admit it.

"Look, were in this together. We have to find a way to go back to the others. You can't turn your back on me now. We need eachother. I need you Newt."

Newt looked at her, then looked away. Lost in his thought for a few seconds. He then looked back at her.

"Then what are we going to do? Do you even know how to go where they are? Do you even have a plan? We need to find them. Let them know we're alive." He was completly lost and worried that he won't be able to see his friends again.

Teresa smiled, a spark of the old fire returning to her eyes. "I was hoping you'd say that. I've been preparing for this, gathering supplies, mapping out our route. It won't be easy, but we can make it, it's not complete but it's a start."

Okay well, i'm not quite sure about this chapter tbh. I feel like it's not really great but idk. I hope it's good enough for the few people that are reading! If people are reading lol.

See you in the next chapter!

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