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Newt part 2 (60)

(This ones also aimed towards a female reader. I apologize in advance if that doesn't fit how you identify.)

"So, we can get out this way, all we have to do is find a way to distract the guards so we can sneak out the door." Thomas said, leaning over a table with a map on it. Everyone crowded around, gathering around the map. Thomas stood to my left, and Newt was sitting next to me on the other side.

"So what happens in order for us to get to this point? We have to get through three different levels of security to get to that point." Minho pointed out. Thomas nodded.

"Yeah. That's where we'll split up. Y/N will have to go through one of the vents, it's marked here. There's a room attached to the vent, it has a control panel. After Y/N can do that, we can-"

"Wait, hold on. You want to send Y/N alone, into a bloody air vent?" Newt said quietly, looking up at Thomas.

"Well...yeah. She's the only one of us that could fit through it, it's not like the kind me and Aris crawled through." Thomas explained. Newt shook his head.

"No. Not happening." He said, tensing his jaw.

"Newt, it's fine. Really, if I need to do that, it's fine." You said quietly, reaching over to grab his hand under the table.

"No. It's not okay." He shouted, standing up. "Thomas can't just decide to put you in danger, Alright? He can find another shucking way out of this place." Newt yelled, kicking his chair back. You and Thomas immediately turned to go after him.

"Hey. What's going on with you?" You asked calmly, walking up next to him. Newt was pacing, fire in his eyes.

"Look, Newt. I'm sorry, I can try and find a different way, but that's the best option." Thomas said next to you.

"I didn't ask for your opinion, Tommy. You can't just...send my girlfriend out there without a way of keeping her safe!" Newt yelled, getting close to his face.

"Newt, I-"

"Just shut up!" He yelled, slamming Thomas against a wall. His chest heaved and his eyes narrowed as he glared at Thomas.

"Newt, calm down...please?" You asked, holding onto his arm. He shoved Thomas shoulders as he stepped away from the wall.

"Let's go, okay? Get you some fresh air." You said quietly, almost dragging Newt out of the room.

Thomas sank back down into his chair, his shirt hanging off his shoulder from when Newt grabbed it. The door swung shut behind you as you stepped out into the hallway.

"What the hell was that?" You demanded, your voice barely above a whisper in the building.

"He can't just take you away from me. What if you got hurt?" Newt said, his eyes turning dark with frustration again.

"That's not your problem, is it? I can take care of myself." You said, your own voice raising in volume.

"What am i supposed to do? Sit around and watch you die, alone in some WICKED test room?" Newt shouted back.

"That's exactly my point! We're just sitting here! If I need to crawl through a vent to get everyone out of here, I'll do it. I'm not going to sit around until WICKED decides to turn us into their damn pincushions!" You yelled back. A door opened and slammed next to you, Minho and Thomas appearing in the doorway.

"Hey, what's going on?" Minho asked quietly. You glared at Newt.

"He's trying to shucking tell me what to do like I'm some kid."

"Well then stop acting like one!" He yelled back. Newt and Thomas were on us in a moment, pulling us apart. Minho grabbed me, his arm wrapping around my stomach, as Thomas grabbed Newt by the shoulders and pulled him away.

"Both of you, show me your arms." Minho ordered. Newt and I kept glaring at each other.

"Thomas, check Newt." Minho ordered, grabbing my own sleeves and pulling them up to my elbows. Dark purple veins had started to appear on my wrist, and I froze.

"Is that..." I trailed off, looking back up at Newt. He was staring down at his own arms, and the dark lines had snaked halfway up his forearm. Minho and Thomas both sighed, letting go of both of us. The rage from both of our eyes disappeared, and Newt pulled me into a hug.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to yell." He whispered, holding you tightly.

"I'm sorry." He said again, as both of you started crying.

(Gosh this series is making me sad, but now I want to do a part 3. Maybe even a part 4? Thoughts on that?)