𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐁𝐘 𝐌𝐄, newt vs. teresa

tdc → thirteen

the death cure
chapter thirteen

❛❛ i'm not leaving him ❜❜

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Everything stopped. The whole world stopped, it's suddenly so quiet, like the world knew what it had lost and began to mourn.

When Poe saw Newt collapsed to his knees, Poe rushed to him, "No, Newt!" He caught the boy in his arms as Newt fell back and set them both down slow and gentle. Newt's chest was bleeding, bleeding through his grey shirt and Poe pressed his hand on the wound to keep pressure while the other arm holding around Newt. "Newt, Newt, you're okay. Y—y— you're okay. Ju—just stay— stay with me. It's gonna be okay" his breath was shaking as the lump in his throat built up. "Newt— you're all right—"

The blood he was pressing on was warm, there was Thomas, still on his feet, stood over Poe as he was pleading and reassuring Newt, Thomas was so horrified, traumatized by what he had done, though he didn't mean it, he never knew what he was doing. He watched and listened to Poe's pleas. It was so unbearable.

He just lost a good friend.

And he killed him.

Newt never said anything. He was looking at Poe. Poe could see something leaving the boy's eyes, like a ghostly presence and the weight of the boy's body had gotten heavier. He could see that Newt had left the world—

"Newt?" Poe kept his hand pressed on the wound as he lightly shook him. "Newt, please—" his voice broke and so did his heart. A sob escaped before lifting the boy until his head was pressed against Poe's head. "Please—" he cried. All of him had broke. Shattered. Like the one thing that mattered the most was gone. A part of him was gone.

Then Brenda came running with the serum in her hand. But only to see that she was too late. She came to an abrupt halt as she spotted one person holding another person who was so still. She quickly realized it was Newt. Dead. Dead in Poe's arms.

She thought she had made it.

Thomas mournfully looked at Brenda from Poe and Newt before glancing back down, instead he looked at the gun in his hand. The gun that killed his own friend.

He took a last look at Newt, though he could not bring himself to look at his face, not even to say a word, not even to face Poe, he had an urge of saying something, but he couldn't.

So he had to leave. He had to go. He had to go anywhere but here. Away from here. He kept the gun and walked away without saying a word.

The rest arrived. Minho, Frypan, Gally, Nico and Leigh. Found themselves so shocked by what they were seeing. Minho, Gally, Frypan and Nico has known Newt for three years but it always felt longer than that.