𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖕𝖆𝖎𝖓// 𝘢 𝘯𝘦𝘸𝘵 𝘹 𝘺/𝘯 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺

chapter four: shared pov

newt's pov

I've been staring at the same wall for at least four days. Never looking away. I'm forcing myself not to look at my leg, which the last time I saw it was twisted in some inhuman position. The last time I saw it like that was when I jumped off that wall. Every breath I take, it hurts somewhere. There isn't an inch of me that is without a bruise, laceration, broken bone or some other weird and wonderful wound. Why won't they just let me die like I'm supposed to. I haven't eaten in a week. And I don't even remember the last time I showered. So I guess this is how Y/N will find my corpse. I don't want her to see me like this, but what more can I do? I want to just give up, but then I picture Y/N finding me. Kneeling by my body, crying into my unmoving chest, caressing my cold cheek. I can't leave her like that. 'Just hold on for a little longer, Newt.' I tell myself. I will get out of here. Eventually. Maybe she'll even come for me. That very thought is the first one in weeks that makes me smile. Maybe I'm weak, maybe I'm broken, but I will get out of here.

your pov

The road seems to whoosh by, just a mindless blur amidst my wild thoughts. My mind is a jungle, knotted with impossible ideas and dark thoughts. But in the centre of my mind, is Newt. He's always there, in every thought. In every dream. My Newt is always there. I squeeze my hand, just like Newt does. I look down at the thick, healed wound on my hand. Newt did that when he freed me from the ropes. It's the only wound I've ever wanted to keep. I look over my shoulder. Brenda is asleep, drooling slightly. My foot taps slightly, hardly able to contain my excitement of once again getting to see my love. I want to just scream and bury my face into my knees out of pure joy. I'm going to see Newt again!

newt's pov

"Dr Paige wants to speak with you." Teresa's voice cuts through my deep thoughts, mainly about Y/N. She unchains me and pulls me up, a small yelp leaving my mouth when I put pressure on my leg. "I, uh, can't really walk.." her face almost softens, but it soon returns to the cold, unfeeling mask that's been testing on me. I use walls to push myself against, hopping, looking like a bloody fool. She leads me into some sort of office and closes the door when I step/hop in. 

"Subject A5. Newt." Dr Paige begins. I don't say a word. "I want you to look at your right forearm. Where you had infection from the Flare." Warily, I look down, and for the first time in weeks, I notice the veins have faded from a harsh black to a dull grey. "How?" I mutter. "That, subject A5 was the result of using one of subject A3's blood samples to create a cure." A3. Y/N. "You can't take her blood." I say. If there's one thing they can't take from me, it's her. "You have no choice in this, Newt. This is for the people." "Yeah, well, there's only one of her. There won't be enough of her blood for everyone." I snap, not paying attention to how rude my tone is. "1.5 gallons of her blood could make roughly 9,000 doses of the cure. Only a minuscule amount of blood is used in production." Her yapping is really beginning to get on my nerves. "That doesn't make it ok!" I yell. That's the loudest I've ever spoke here. My voice cracks. "Do you wish to have your leg broken again?" Dr Paige hisses. "Not really.." "Well, I'd recommend you would be more compliant in future. Teresa, take him away."

your pov

"Y/N, wake up." Thomas says, patting my shoulder. "We're here." Brenda is also looming over me. "God, give me some space.." I shoo them away, sitting up. "We are currently twelve blocks away from the WICKED lab, we're going to have to walk." Jorge says as we get out the car. The Last City is quite a sight, flashing lights and buildings so tall they may as well be touching the sun. I look up, awestruck. I've never seen anything like it. The tallest building of all though, is WICKED. It has a big, glowing sign down the side, illuminated in a harsh blue. "That's where we're going to find Newt and Minho." Thomas murmurs. "Hopefully." Brenda adds. "Don't be too negative, Brenda." I say as we begin walking, navigating the maze of streets and alleys. 

newt's pov

I am shoved on the cold, sterile white tiled floor and chained up, crying in agony because of my recent beating. The pain thrums all over my body, my hands shaking and ribs heaving. I can hardly see, my hair covering my eyes. It hasn't been cut in the four months I've been here, the blonde locks tormenting me. My vision is blurred, tears clouding my eyes like a bad storm. I'm on my side, and I'm pretty sure a few of my ribs are broken. Alarms. I hear alarms go off, flashing yellow lights going off and sirens wailing. Intruder alert. Maybe someone is here to save my ass after all.