𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖕𝖆𝖎𝖓// 𝘢 𝘯𝘦𝘸𝘵 𝘹 𝘺/𝘯 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺

chapter five: your pov

"Split up. WICKED won't be dumb enough to put the both of them in the same area." I nod at Thomas' words, sprinting off into another direction, the stench of medications haunting my nostrils. The wail of sirens fill the air, screaming like a newborn baby. 'You have one job, Y/N, save Newt.' I tell myself, pushing myself forward. Testing Unit #01-A5. Sounds promising. I grab my stolen keycard and slam it into the door.

"Newt!" I cry, running to his side and holding him in my arms, tears streaming down my face as I hold him to my chest. "Y/N..." he breathes, wrapping trembling arms around my waist. He's been crying. "I'm getting you outta here, ok?" I push his hair from his eyes, giving him a quick kiss on the forehead. "More later, promise." I whisper in his ear. I could be wrong, but I think he chuckled a little. I can't exactly take the shackles off his wrists, but I find a way to break the chain, leaving a couple links trailing from the cuffs. "Your leg.. can you walk?" I ask, taking the limb into my hands, investigating where it broke. "No... I can't... but Y/N... you have to get out of here... fast..." he says shakily. "Ok, ok, c'mon..." I lift his arm around my shoulder, helping him walk. 

We make our way down the corridors, having to break into a full sprint as we are desperately chased by WICKED workers. I pull out my pistol and start shooting. Bullets fly past, mostly missing, hitting glass windows behind us. 

It's all fun and games, shooting. Until you're the one that gets shot.

Newt. He'll worry if he sees a bullet in my abdomen. I pull my jacket over it, covering the wound. We stagger forwards, running through more hallways, more labs, more corridors. "We need to find Thomas and Brenda. I think they have Minho." I say to Newt, his face twisted into an expression of pain. "C'mon, it'll be ok..." I whisper, the pain from my gunshot beginning to kick in. He groans, and I bite back my own.

We eventually catch up with Thomas, Minho and Brenda. Minho is in better nick than Newt, not a single bruise on his body. It's obvious who WICKED favoured. They have just as many workers on their tail as we do. Maybe more, considering Minho is immune. "I got Newt!" I yell through the sounds of sirens and gunshots. "Good! Now we have to find a way out of here before these shanks catch us!" Thomas yells in return. The group of us begin scrambling around, desperately looking for an exit. It's like the maze all over again. "In here!" Thomas shouts. We leap in the room as he slams the door behind us, barricading it with tables and such. "Thomas, that's a window?" Brenda looks confused as ever. "There's a pool below it. Just hope it's deep enough." He grunts, shoving another table at the door. "Just get a run at it, I guess." He finally moves from the tables and looks at the window right after Brenda shatters it with a chair. "Nice pep talk." Minho says, looking down. "Yeah... w-we're all bloody inspired..." Newt murmurs weakly. The pain is really starting to get to me. "Count of three." Thomas begins. 

"One..."

"Two..."

"Three..."

I find myself falling. It's like it's in slow motion. I pull Newt close to me, but gravity pulls him away. Maybe this is how I'll go. How we all will. But at least I got to see Newt once more.

The water splashes as I land, and I quickly kick my way to the top, gasping for air. "Newt?" I call as he quickly emerges by my side, wiping water from his eyes while coughing the stuff up. I see several other heads bobbing up, with hair sticking to their faces as we climb out, water spotting the greyish concrete. The second I help Newt out, he's wrapped his arms around me, clinging to me for dear life, and I hold him just as tight. "I love you." I whisper in his ear as he says the same, my hand strokes the hair out of his face. "Don't let go.. please.." he mutters, and I squeeze him tighter. "Never."

"Are you lovebirds done yet?" Brenda asks sarcastically, looking over at the pair of us. "Not quite." My head is buried deep in Newt's chest, and I'm not ready to take it out. I feel myself getting weaker, my hands beginning to tremble and my head spinning. It's all just part of blood loss. I can't hide this any longer. "Newt..." I say quietly, finally lifting my head. "Yeah?" I pull my jacket away, and his hand instantly covers the wound. "Y/N!?" He gasps, putting pressure on it frantically, his eyes welling up with tears. "We have to get her back." Thomas says, looking at the blood seeping between Newt's fingers. Minho is just looking on in shock, maybe unable to accept what might happen. "I.. love.. you, Newt..." I gasp as I get sucked into the darkness of unconsciousness.