𝗕𝗔𝗖𝗞 𝗧𝗢 𝗬𝗢𝗨 | newt x reader (ON HOLD)

CHAPTER 24 - Epiphany

𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗘𝗦𝗔 𝗦𝗔𝗧 𝗔𝗧 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗕𝗢𝗫𝗘𝗦 and we both remained silent until Gally's footsteps disappeared. She sighed and beckoned me to sit beside her which I did. The stress on her face because of our current situation was visible and I wondered if that's what I looked right now. Well, I must've looked worse.

"I think Tom's the Cure," she said after a minute of silence, her voice like a bomb explosion in an eerily silent night that left me dumbfounded for a moment.

"W-What are you talking about?"

She turned at me, "Remember the last time we saw Brenda?"

I nod. "Yeah. She was bitten by a Crank and Mary treated her with Serum..."

"From Thomas's blood and he said that it was only the last time she took it. Did you see her earlier? She looked at her best health, not someone who should be a full blown Crank by now."

The gears in my brain started to carry the information as it dawned to me. I gasped, "Are you saying that..."

"Thomas is what we've been looking for. His blood is the Cure and I can confirm that hypothesis with this," she showed me the cotton with Thomas's blood. So that was what she hid in her pockets earlier.

With his blood sample, we could confirm that his antibodies is the Cure in the lab. This is the biggest feat we could achieve and an important breakthrough for Science and society. I know that I should be happy but there's this nagging part of me that is a Debby Downer. "You know that he's not going to cooperate with us, right? That he's not going to let us harvest his Flaralase because he despised WICKED."

She released a sigh of exasperation and rolled her eyes. "I know but we still need to talk to him. We need to explain him how vital this discovery is and how this could help everyone. I still believe that he's not that selfish to leave others struggling while he and his friends just go on that Safe Haven with the Right Arm."

"What if we just ask him to give us some vials of his blood then we PCR his antibodies so that we will have our supply while we lives on his own?"

"Possible but I don't think it is enough for the entire remaining population. Who knows, maybe we can turn Cranks back to humans again."

Her ideas and optimism are infectious that the nagging feeling inside me vanished. I know Thomas for the half of my life that even though he changed into this kidnapping-bring-me-back-Minho-or-die guy, deep inside he still cares for people. That he would still be willing to stay here in the Last City to supply us the cure we've been dreading to have.

Before I could ask her how we'll persuade Thomas, I saw Newt passed the door in my peripherals that the air inside me was sucked. I hated how he always seemed like a black hole sucking everything in me into the void. I hated how much my body aches for his touch or even for his gaze. I had six months. Six months of suppression of my feelings for him. Six months of trying to be blank and to prioritize my work. All those months of trying to change was deleted when he was around. Maybe I am going crazy now, but I am certain that it is because of him. I am crazy for Newt.

"I'll be back. I just need to talk to someone," I told Teresa and left the room.

I saw Newt's figure disappeared in the flight of stairs and I heard a sort of a trap door opened. I followed him and when I reached the bottom of the stairs, I saw him exit in the rooftop. I waited for a few minutes before climbing the stairs to avoid the thought that I'm actually following him. I was immediately hit by the chilly night breeze and regretted that I took off my cloak earlier.