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Newt [27] {REQUEST}

SCORCH TRIALS AND DEATH CURE SPOILERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Requested by anonymous: Maybe one where the reader turns into a crank instead of newt (like in the movie) newt x reader

Corrupted (unedited)
Newt's POV

I knew I wasn't immune to the flare, but somehow, I had managed to avoid getting the deadly virus. 

But Y/N couldn't say the same. Almost immediately after we had made it into the Scorch, she had started showing signs of the Flare. We hadn't known it then, but now when I look back on it, it was blatantly clear that she wasn't going to survive.

We were worried that it was the Flare. We didn't truly know what the symptoms were, but we had heard enough about it to know that if we weren't immune like they said we were, then there would be no escaping the Scorch.

Y/N started acting weird when we made it to Jorge and Brenda. She would lose her balance easily, stumble over her words, and sometimes she would drop to the ground, suddenly unconscious. 

It was terrifying. I couldn't lose her. I had already lost so much, I couldn't let another good thing slip through my fingers. 

I stayed by her side every minute of every day. I would have her sit in my lap so I could hold her close to me and keep her as safe as I could. 

I would whisper in her ear, tell her that I loved her. Every once in a while, she would respond, but it was always difficult to understand.

It was when we were on the run again that really caused a problem. It got to the point where she could barely stand, let alone walk or run. So, I carried her on my back, refusing to leave her behind.

Thomas and Minho offered multiple times to carry her so I could have a break, but I refused even when I felt like I was about to collapse. I didn't want anyone else to carry her, I wanted to be the one who stayed strong for her.

But as we made our way across the wasteland of what used to be Earth, she started to gain some strength back. 

We were all hopeful that she would survive, that she would get better.

Except our hopes did not become reality. The weird return of her strength was not her getting better, it was her getting worse. She was gaining strength from her Flare-infected brain.

It got to a point where she could walk on her own again, and we were all excited about her supposed recovery. 

It soon became apparent that she was not getting better. She began to slouch, her hair began to thin and then fall out, her skin became unnaturally pale, and her nails began to change into a weird shade of yellow.

None of it stopped me from holding her hand. I still loved her, even if she had changed into something that was Y/N. 

When she finally lost it, it didn't end well. She passed the Gone suddenly in the middle of the night. She attacked Thomas, biting and clawing at him like a predator who had just caught its prey. 

And then there was a loud, echoing bang. Thomas pushed Y/N's writhing body off of him, and we all watched silently as she slowly stopped moving, her body becoming lifeless. 

At some point in time during her last moments, I tried to reach her. I tried to get to her just so I could hold her hand and reassure her. 

I would have succeeded had Minho not been restraining me. I didn't notice the tears running down my face and the screams leaving my dry lips as I collapsed to the ground next to her dead body. 

She was the love of my life, and she died because I couldn't protect her from the voraciousness of the Flare.

Little did I know, it would only get worse.

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