WCKD 57 → Newt [1]

21 → Don't Worry

"What the shuck are you doing?"

"Put that away!"

"Don't shoot!"

Vera heard a mixture of words and could see the Immunes trying to stop Vince.

"You brought a Crank here. A WCKD scientist is bad enough, but an infected WCKD scientist is a nightmare." Vince hissed.

"No!" Teresa shouted, trying to wrestle the gun from Vince.

"You bring one of them here, the next thing you'll know, all of them come!" Vince retorted.

"She's not one of them! She's not a bloody Crank!" Newt spat.

"Well, she ain't human either. Soon she's going to become one." Vince said.

"Vince, stop!" A new voice shouted. Vera saw a short brown-haired woman running towards them, pushing through to see Vera.

She looked at each of the Immunes and nodded.

"Vince, we can save her." The woman said, turning to Thomas. "Thomas. Thomas, come with me."

Vera shut her eyes; the dizziness was overwhelming.

"I trust you, Mary. But if nothing works, then she dies." Vince said.

There was silence afterwards, so Vera assumed that the woman nodded.

She felt herself being picked up by someone.

"I won't let you bloody die. Not before you find the truth." Newt's voice said.

Vera leaned to the side and felt her head hit something hard. She opened her eyes slightly to see that Newt was carrying her in what one may call the "bridal style" and that they were walking towards one of the camps.

She mumbled something indecipherable and closed her eyes.

Minutes later, Vera felt herself being put on a bed. She heard footsteps leaving the room and then a soothing voice saying, "It's going to be okay. You know, I used to work for WCKD too. I was like you; I wanted to find a cure for other people too. But hey, you know what? I realized that there was a better way. And I might've found a way to stabilize the infection."

"Thomas, there's a reason why WCKD wants you so much. It's because the cure is in your blood. You're the cure." Mary said, her voice a whisper.

"So, what? What's the reason for kidnapping the others if I'm the cure?" Thomas asked.

"WCKD isn't God. They have to experiment. Trial and error, as they call it." She explained.

Mary extracted some of Thomas' blood and started to mix it with a bunch of chemicals.

After a while, she was finished and filled a syringe with the liquid before moved over to Vera, who was unconscious.

Her breathing was quick, as if she was trying to grasp onto the last bits of life.