NEWT POV
After we retrieved Minho and fought off WCKD, my body took a turn for the worst. I tried my best to push through the excruciating pain. I looked to Thomas. He was so brave. I knew I would follow him anywhere.
THOMAS
I looked to Newt. My heart sank. The black veins creeping up the side of his neck, his pale complexion, and sweaty, matted down hair. His eyes appeared as if he hadn't slept in weeks and there was a strange black substance seeping out of his mouth. "Newt. Are you okay bud?" His breathing was heavy. He did not answer. "How long has he been like that?" Minho was struggling to comprehend his best friend was turning into a crank. "He'll be fine," I lied.
NEWT POV
I knew this was the end, I just didn't know how to tell Tommy. The disease made me angry. Violent. I yelled at them to leave me behind. "Just bloody leave me!" Thomas and Minho exchanges glances, not sure what to do. "You go ahead...we're right behind you." My Tommy was so brave. I grabbed Minho's hand and thanked him for everything.
THOMAS POV
I tried to pick him up but he seemed in another world. All I wanted was to hold him in my arms, and the world would be right again. He ripped something off his neck and handed it to me. He had a rage in his eyes that I had never seen before. I was loosing him. As our hands touched he looked as if he gained one last trembling gasp of sanity, "Please Tommy, please."
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i'm sorry, tommy
FanfictionThe story of The Death Cure, but told from Thomas and Newt's perspectives. Find out how they really feel about each other and experience an alternative ending :) (part 4 coming soon!)
