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"𝗗𝗥. (𝗬/𝗡), 𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗬 𝗡𝗘𝗘𝗗 you in the Infected MedLab. Something wrong happened," a nurse said, rushing in to my office.
I ran into the laboratory with fear and anxiety replacing the blood circulating in my veins in every beat of the moment. Did something wrong happen to Host N5? The cure had an adverse effect? It didn't work? My thoughts started to collide with each other, all settling for the worst.
Shai's screams greeted me as I stepped out of the sanitation booth. Nurses were trying hard to calm her down that they tied her on the metal bed. Her dark skin were covered with green bulging veins, her eyes were bloodshot, and black goo was spilling out from her mouth.
"Shai?" I tried to catch her attention. "Shai, do you know me?"
She just continued to trash and fight like a rabid dog. My eyes shifted on the monitors that showed her brain scans and felt sick in my gut. The Flare inhabited already 93% of her brain. The virus already won control in her body. Minho's Flaralase wasn't as powerful as what we assumed it was. It was our last straw but we still got nothing. The dead end of our trials. Nada.
I thrusted the needle on the vial of sedative and injected a large shot of it to Shai to calm her down. I couldn't bare her screaming and acting like a lunatic. I know that at this phase, she's already craving for flesh, Past Gone as what they called it. I don't want her innocent soul to be dented just because the virus won over.
Tears of frustration and disappointment welled up from my eyes as I ran out from the lab. Chancellor Paige and Teresa were outside, looking at our failure through the glass windows.
"I'm sorry, Teresa... (Y/n)," she said to us, "It's not your fault. You did everything you can."
Teresa was shell-shocked by everything and emotion washed over her so bad that she ran away from us, tears threatening to fall from her eyes.
"Was it though? Because it feels like it's mine," I spat, walking out too.
Everything we had done, all the things we sacrificed, all of them got wasted into failure. The life I traded to fulfill my mother's dying wish of finding the cure, the people I hurt along the process, all of them were useless. It's like we are travellers seeking for Atlantis, the sunken city. It's all hoax. The death cure is just a hoax.
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"Hey, I'm going outside to grab a drink and breathe. Wanna come?"
Teresa stopped playing with her coffee and gave me a small nod. She excused herself to change into her normal clothes, leaving me alone in the eerily gloomy room.
Everyone was starting to lose hope in finding the cure especially that Minho's the best we got. I wouldn't be surprised if the board wouldn't fund us anymore and stop the research. It's not that I don't mind it, I just don't know what to feel anymore.
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The streets were busy. It was already dark that people were rushing out to go home before the curfew. Wearing mask is a requirement for everyone to avoid any infection. The past days, we found out that the virus mutated and became airborne. It was a safety precaution implemented to safeguard everyone but like any law, some people chose to break them. Teresa and I were not wearing any masks because we're already immune but others were just non-believers. They preferred to be blind about the issues around them and kept pulling on the "everything is fine" card even though the evidences that we're all fucked up were already free roaming outside the walls. It made me hate my life more. Sometimes I question my principles. Why do I keep on sacrificing things for these uncultured shanks? But then again, I always see the bigger picture.
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𝗕𝗔𝗖𝗞 𝗧𝗢 𝗬𝗢𝗨 | newt x reader (ON HOLD)
Fanfiction(Y/n) was a scientist in WICKED. She was working there with her father, Janson. But her life changed when the Maze trials ended. She finally met her friends again, Thomas and Teresa and the Gladers. She knew that they didn't remember her anymore an...
