set in death cure movie.
"dont lie to me!" newt slammed thomas to the wall
you looked in shock. newt never did this, especially not with thomas.
you and newt had become friends. you didnt talk that much, but sometimes you would stay up and have small talk or comfort each other during dark times.
"sorry" he whispered looking at everyone, realizing what he had done.
he walked outside to get fresh air.
"i'll go talk to him." you got up and followed newt to the roof, sitting right next to him.
"guess theres no point in hiding this anymore." newt muttered, rolling up his sleeve to show you his infected, blacked veined arm.
you gasped. "but you're immune-"
"i guess im not. maybe they used me as a control subject in the glade." he said. he didnt seem that sad about it.
"we're going to the last city. we're going to get serum and you're going to be just fine." you patted his leg.
"hey, i'm really sorry." he said.
"for what?" you asked, confused.
"for cheating on you." he said.
you laughed. "thats was three years ago. im totally over it. its cool."
"i know, it's just been something i wanted to get off my chest. she jumped on me right when you walked in."
thats when you realized. when you walked in, she was on top practically throwing herself at him, and he was trying to push her off.
"shuck. newt, im so sorry! i had no idea. i shoudve heard you out." you felt so terrible.
"im totally over it." he mocked your american accent.
you laughed. "i wonder where we would be relationship-wise if i had just heard you out. shuck. im sorry."
"its alright love." he smiled.
there was a moment of silence
"are you scared of dying?" he asked you.
"no. ive had so many near-death experiences that im just used to it. what about you?" you asked.
"i think im going to die from the bloody flare. but im not scared, i think that i'll see winston and zart and alby."
"newt. mark my words. you're not going to die from the flare. and i'll make sure of that." you smiled.
"well...okay" he grinned
"i miss those boys." you sighed.
"you know what winston told me?" he smiled.
"what?" you asked.
"he said that he wanted us to be back together. said that i was my happiest when i was with you." he looked down.
"i regret us breaking up." you admitted.
"well maybe-" newt was interrupted.
"guys, lets eat." thomas said.
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"im getting worse." newt said after a lash out with frypan.
"newt, you just need to stay calm." you said softly.
"i am bloody calm!" he yells. "this virus, this THING, is controlling me! its so hot, its so painful!" he starts crying and burying his face into his hands.
"newt look at me." you grabbed his shoulders.
"the virus does not control you. it is not a part of you in any way. you are strong, you can hold on. just hold on. only three days until we reach the city, and then we'll get you that serum. you hear me?" you cupped his face in your hands.
"if i get out of hand, i need you to-" he gives me his gun.
"no!" you yell, throwing the gun on the floor. "never, in the shucking world will i ever do that. do not think for one second you will ever get that bad. because i wont let you. i need you." tears stung your eyes.
then he kissed you. his soft lips that you havent felt in three years yet craved to touch. they were sweet and made all your worries, fears, demons and doubts melt away like candle wax.
"i love you yn." he confessed
"i love you, newt. please stay." you said.
"always."
