i'm sorry, tommy

Infected

NEWT POV
While everyone went to sleep and dreamed about the safe haven, I struggled to keep my sanity. Sometimes I wanted to just end it all. But the thought about leaving Tommy made my stomach turn. He wasn't just my best friend, but something more. I lay there, thinking about him. I looked down to see him sleeping by my feet. I want him closer, I thought. And for a moment I almost felt sain again. Like Thomas himself had cured me of this dreaded disease. But it was too good to last. My heart started racing as I got a strange taste in my mouth.

THOMAS POV
I had a strange dream that night. Newt and I were sitting in the glade alone, just like we had done the first night I arrived. He was warning me about the maze and explaining to me how the glade worked. He then glanced down at my lips and then back up at me. "Tommy," he whisper as he leaned in closer. His lips pressed up against mine. I closed my eyes, moaning a bit. Newt continued to kiss me as he moved closer, grabbing my hips. There was tongue now. Newt crawled on top of me letting out loud groans. I took the initiative and began peeling his shirt off of his perfect body. I melted at the touch of his warm skin. "Ohh Newt." My eyes then opened to see the night sky. It was all just a dream. But I had wished it wasn't.

NEWT POV
The closer we got to Minho, the more I was loosing myself. I was growing weaker and weaker by the minute. Brenda, Jorge, and Fry had all gone ahead, leaving only me and Tommy. My legs began to tingle. "Thomas, I need you." I had never seen him turn around so fast. As I put one arm around his shoulder, extreme pain shot up my leg. I screamed out in agony. Thomas had a look of panic in his eyes as I fell to the floor. "Go, go on without me." The thought of Thomas leaving me was almost as painful as the bloody virus itself. Thats when Thomas bent down and cupped my face in his hands.

THOMAS POV
I sat there holding my precious Newt in my hands. I took the opportunity and kissed him. His lips were just as sweet as I had imagined. Newt pulled away. There were tears running down his face, "I love you, Tommy." He kissed me hard as our tongues explored the insides of our mouths. I could feel his hands sliding up and down my back. This is it, I thought to myself. I ran my fingers through his long, soft hair. "I love you too, Newt. More than you can ever imagine." I began to take off his shirt when he suddenly backed away. "Newt? What's wrong." He was still crying. "Tommy, I've been waiting for this for a long time, but we need to catch up with the others." He was right. I grabbed his hand and we continued on our journey.