The cure- pt. 5

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When Newt tried to kill himself, you realized you'd never be enough. He was going to leave you stranded, alone, and expect you to just keep going.
     When you were in the scorch, you asked about it. He told you he wasn't thinking straight, and for the second lie he told you, he said he wouldn't do it again. When you found out he wasn't immune, you promised to find a cure for him, and you did. When Thomas and you found Newt, he wanted to kill himself again. You told him you almost have the cure but he still didn't care. He was going to make Thomas kill him, but Thomas couldn't do it.

     "You can't make me come with you."

     You stayed silent.

     "You should have killed me, I didn't want this. I'm gone now. I'm not he same. And I know what you're going to say, 'you don't what you're saying' 'don't do this'"
You just stood there,waiting for him to make the first move. You braced yourself for each crank to tear you apart, not listening to your screams, and Newt would take his share. You knew Clint got away, and he'd probably try to save you, but he wouldn't be able to do it alone. Back up wouldn't be available.
Seconds felt like hours, and then you heard the voices. Hundreds of voices. Cranks surrounded the area.
"You know, I'm kind of like a leader to them. Gone or not, we've come together."
"What 'we'" you asked hesitantly.
"Every crank that could walk came. And you're going to lead us to the cure. Can you do that?"
"That's what we've been doing. Why do you need to do all of this?"
"Because, when we get to headquarters, we're taking over. "
     You sat down. The cranks stared at you with hatred, but newts eyes softened, like they had been before the flare.
     "Can you really cure us?"
     "Yes."
     Angry murmurs surrounded you like a sea drowning you, and they were getting angry. They didn't believe. You had to prove it, but proving it could kill you and at least three fourths of these cranks. You took out a vial. Gasps everywhere.
     "Come sit with me." You said patting the ground. Newt did. He looked at you with hopeful eyes, "drink this, and within minutes, you'll see improvement, but there'll always be a little damage."
     He flinched at that word damage he had always thought of himself as broken, but now he was thinking it could all be fixed. Cranks were starting to believe, though. They wanted the cure,too. And the ones who didn't believe, were done with the negotiating, and wanted to cause some pain.
     You held out the vial. As Newt's shaking hand reached out, cranks started screaming, one of them had caused an outburst. It was a frenzy, and you were unarmed, and outnumbered. Newt took the vial looked you straight in the eyes with pure terror, and ran.
     You followed him all the way to a forest, where he found a cave. "We'll only be safe for a few minutes. Will this really work?"
     "Yes." You prayed he would come back to you, and if it didn't work, would he kill you or you him?
     He lifted the bottle to his lips, and drank. When it was empty, he had more hope than he ever did in his life. He was at his lowest only an hour ago, and now you are giving everything he had back to him, so why should he be anything less than hopeful?
     He got up and looked out, without warning he took off, you following as fast as you could.
It wasn't the first time he led you out of danger. He was always the brace one of the two of you. When you first went to the WICKED camp, he tried many times to escape and always took you along.  One day you almost escaped. "Pst psst." Newt shook you awake. "Come on, the guys are waiting. We are finally getting out of here."
     You followed cautiously, and you found yourself at some vents. "Are we going in?"
     "Yes we are." He seemed very confident.   "I'll go first, then you, ok? " you guys nodded, "When we get to the end, it's only a few feet over a fence, and we have to run as fast as we've ever ran."
     He climbed in and one by one, you scooted through. The darkness was only slightly brighter than the vent,and you hopped out. All of you were over the fence within seconds, but it was the worst night to escape, because it was the night WICKED was coming so they could get you in the morning.
     The lights shined so bright, you fell and the helped you up. But you were immediately separated by guys with guns, and you found yourself struggling and running away, someone took you hand, it was Newt. He gave you a look that made you feel safe, well, as safe as you could be in that situation.
     He led you to a tree, and you started climbing. You stayed up there for hours, but they finally found you and you couldn't get away.
     You had stopped running he was breathing so heavy you thought he'd collapse. "Newt, are you okay?"
     He turned to you, "I think it's working." He showed his hand to you. The black veins were going away, only slightly, but it was working.
     You both walked on, and it took two days to get back to a area you knew. Over those two days, newts hands were kinda better, but he'd been gone for so long that you had to be careful. His mind left him at least four times a day, and it was always the same. He would stop, start breathing heavily, and would go nuts. He'd swing, fall, and even try to bite you. Each time he would come back just in time, but if he didn't you would be a goner. It was the last day of travel, and you ran out of food, which would make it a long day. It was like our in the scorch you thought.
You missed everyone, Winston, Alby, Chuck, and if Thomas had pulled the trigger, you would be missing Newt right now as well. You could see headquarters, when Newt collapsed. You tried to see the problem, but there was none. He seemed to be getting better, his arms were almost completely healed. The cure was working. You picked him up and tried to get close enough for someone to see you.
You were about to collapse for sheer exhaustion, when you heard Clint.
     He was screaming something to you and as you started to black out, he got to you. He was followed by some doctors, and everything went dark.
     You woke up within minutes, but they had already got you inside, cleaned you up, and had good ready. It felt good to be back. Newt. You looked around, but you only saw Thomas sitting there.
     "Thomas, where's Newt?"
     He looked up with a new light in his eyes. "He's next door. The cure, it's working, but he's been gone too long for it to work completely. It's going to take at least a month to cure him. Even after, he'll always have some...complications.
     "What kind?"
     "Trouble focusing, some outbursts, and small mental malfunctions. He has to be in quarantine until he's better, he'll infect anyone who's not immune. You can go in, though."
     With that you got up and walked in, the guards only needed to see it was you and they stepped aside. Newt laid there, half awake. "Hey." You said quietly.
     "Hi." He looked almost happy. Maybe he would forgive you and Thomas and things could go back to the way they were. No. things weren't the same, but they could be close. The thought was foolish. You had left him to die, that will always be in his mind, and even if he forgave you, he would always be a bit of a danger. Being gone is the worst thing a man could go through. He went through it alone, but you saved him, right? All you knew was you were here now, and that's all you could do at this point.

Sorry I didn't post, I had tons of tests, but that is no excuse, the final part will be done by the end of the week. Thanks for reading.

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