Mr. Cure ~ Thomas x reader x Newt (book 3)

Part 14: Snakes

(1st person)

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They stop talking when I begin to wake up, my eyes flutter before fully opening. I didn't feel as sick anymore, I knew what happened, well only that I passed out, nothing more than I was laying in a tent with Thomas and Mary staring at me.

Thomas looked like he just seen a ghost.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" I ask,

Mary gets up and leaves, "I'll leave you two to talk."

I watch as she walks out, I raise an eyebrow.

"Y/n, when's the last time you got your uhm~"

"My what?"

"Your period."

"Last night, why?"

"Oh thank god." He lets out a breath, smiling he pulls me into a hug.

"You thought I was pregnant?" I raise an eyebrow, pushing him away.

"Well Mary did, she kept asking." He replied,

I look into his dark brown eyes, asking him,
"Would you have been upset if I was?"

"No, no! Not at all it's just the situation now, you know? With everything going on and~"

"Yeah, I get it." I cut him off.

"No, babe listen. One day I would love to have kids with you but now it's just~" he pauses.
"We're not ready, it's not the right time. And you would be tired, and sick and~"

"Stop talking." I lay back down.

"Sorry." He kisses my forehead.

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"What happened while I was out?" I ask.

"Not much."

"What's the plan then? To rescue Minho?"

"Well uh, they're not all exactly convinced."

"Who's they?"
My voice has a slight tint of anger hidden in it.

"Well, Lawrence, Jorge, Gally..." the list goes on,

"Newt and Fry?" I ask,

"Newt thinks it's too dangerous." He sighs,

"Are you kidding?!"

"You're sick."

"SO YOU AGREE!?" I yell, it causes his mood to go to a high as well.

"I'm just saying y/n! You're not in the condition to fight right now."

"Yeah whatever."

"I'll go alone if I have to." I stand up.

"And how are you gonna get there? Walk?"

"I'll do what I have to." I turn the cold shoulder.

We argue back and forth before I finally walk back out to the remaining group members, those who survived.

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I saw Newt sitting alone, further than anyone else. I took it upon myself to walk out to him. He twists his wrist as if it hurt.

"Are you okay?" I ask, sitting down next to him.

"Not really."

"What's wrong?"

He takes off his jacket, revealing dark black and blue veins, sticking out more near his wrists. Just like I had, only mine was a temporary trick.

They told me I could still contract it, if bitten or injected again by them. Would they inject Minho?
My mind raced, I thought a hundred different thoughts.

"There's a cure, I'll get you there, don't worry."
I try my best to smile, but his was getting worse.
If he didn't get the cure in time, he would die.

He doesn't smile, he doesn't do anything,
he shows no emotion.

"What if I don't make it?" He asks,

"Don't say that."

"But y/n~"

I cut him off. "I'm going to do everything I can for you but I have to ask." I sigh, "Were you bit?"

"No, the crank jumped on top of me but it didn't get me, They got it off in time."

"So it was WICKED." I mumble.

I look at the floor, wanting to cry. How could they do this to him.  They knew he wasn't immune,
Janson would know.

He did this on purpose, to hurt me. To hurt him.
It's a trap, I know him. I remember him.

He made me work for them, he put me in the maze.
He put me in this entire situation today.

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