Subject B3 (newt x reader)

Chapter 42

Gally leads us through the city, motioning us to stay low as WICKED helicopters fly over us, casting rays of light across the city in search for us.

Once we reach an outdoor seating area in the middle of the city, I slide down onto my knees and push my back against the concrete benches, slumping down to remain unseen.

Gally, Minho and Thomas crouch down behind the bench opposite me, while Newt stumbles down next to me, throwing his head back against the bench and heavily sucking in oxygen like a fish out of water.

"I think they're pretty pissed." Gally sighs, twisting his head back to make sure we aren't being followed.

"How far are the tunnels from here?" Thomas asks him.

"About ten, twelve blocks." Gally estimates just as Newt starts to break out coughing again.

I turn to look at him anxiously as his coughs grow louder and louder, each one more violent then the worst.

"Hey, hey." I coo, rolling over onto my knees and gently cupping his sweaty face with my hands. His coughing dulls for a moment as he shifts his gaze up to meet mine, and I hold in my gasp at the sight of his face.

His beautiful, doe brown eyes are now pools of ink black, and the whites around his irises are barely visible anymore. Black, sticky blood starts to ooze at his mouth, staining the corners of his mouth as he tries to wipe it away. He looks much worse than he did an hour ago.

"How are you feeling?" I ask, trying to keep my voice as stable as possible.

"Terrible." He laughs wryly, gently placing his hand on my shoulder. "But I'm glad you're here with me."

I smile and place my own hand on top of his, intertwining our gloved fingers.

"Ok, let's go find Brenda." Thomas announces, getting to his feet. "She has the serum."

I move my hand off of Newt's and snake it around his waist, heaving him to his feet.

Minho rushes to my side and takes the other side of Newt, so we're sharing his weight equally as we follow Gally through the city, which I'm very grateful for- I don't know how long I could carry a teenage boy for all by myself.

"You doing alright Newt?" Minho asks every five seconds, looking anxiously at the sick boy between us.

"Haven't changed much in the last two minutes since you've asked that." Newt laughs, turning to look at Minho, who doesn't look as amused. "I'm doing alright, Minho. Not amazing, but alright."

Minho smiles slightly at the boy, and I can't help but smile myself at the reunion of these two best friends.

"Thomas, Thomas do you read me?" A familiar voice crackles from the pocket of Thomas's trouser. The boy's head perks up as he looks at Gally, before quickly retrieving the radio.

"Thomas, it's Brenda." The voice says. "Do you copy?"

"Yeah, I copy." Thomas says into the radio.

I can feel Newt's leg starting to buckle, so I nod to Minho and slowly set the boy down against the wall of the building next to us, gently rubbing his shoulder.

"Where are you guys?" Brenda asks through the radio.

"Close to the tunnels. We've got Minho with us." Thomas replies quickly. "But I don't know how long it will take us, considering Newt's state."

"I'll be fine." Newt croaks out. Black strings of goo start to spew from his mouth as he begins to cough again.

"Oh, Newt." I whisper anxiously, wiping his mouth like a baby with the back of my glove. He shuts his eyes for a brief moment and inhales heavily, and I watch as a single tear rolls down his cheek.