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

Part 23: Tommy

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"So, Frypan, Newt, Y/n? You're with me?"
Thomas asks, confirming the plan.
"Then you branch off and find the cure."
He refers to me.

"Actually, I can do that." Newt speaks,
"If she's going I think she should be the one to stick with you two."

"Oh come on." I roll my eyes.

"It's safer for you."

"Since when do you care about safe?" I argue,

He was fed up, I could tell. Especially when he yelled, "It's safer for the baby!"

The room went silent. Dead silent.

My eyes immediately find Thomas's, his hand was over his mouth in disbelief.

"Thomas." I speak, "I can explain."

"You lied to me?" He holds back tears.
"I asked you y/n!" He yells.
Everyone was shocked.
"You told him! And not me!?"

"I WAS SCARED! okay? I'm sorry. I didn't know what you would say, especially when you reacted the way you did when you even thought it was pregnant, you said we weren't ready, don't you remember,
Oh thank god." I remind him of his words.

I walk out of the room to have a few moments to myself. Part of me wanted to be alone. The other part wanted someone to come out and assure me everything was going to be fine.

But they couldn't, that wasn't true. We didn't know what was going to happen in WCKD. With all of our friends that have already died, who's to say we aren't going to be next.

I lean back against the wall, running my hands through my hair. Letting out a quiet breath.

"FUCK!" I yell, hitting the nearest thing to me,
Which happened to be a crate full of bricks.
Not actual bricks, just some really hard shit.

"Y/n?!" Thomas comes out.

"I'm fine." I turn away from him.

"Y/n you know I'm with you no matter what."

I turn around to face him once again,
"Do I Thomas? This is the first time you've talked to since before you left. I mean, how could you just leave like that? Without telling me. And then you didn't answer me at all, hell even Aris AND Sonya answered."

"I didn't hear anything."

"Bullshit."

"seriously y/n listen, I haven't been able to hear your thoughts anymore! Try it."

Fine. I thought. I hate you.
I wanted to see if I'd get a reaction.
Nope.

He doesn't even move a muscle,

"It's true." I mumble.

"Y/n I swear I would've answered if I could."
Once again I felt bad for making him feel like shit.
I just wanted to let everything go,
I pulled him into a firm hug, kissing his cheek.

"Tommy, I love you, I mean it, I'm sorry,
for everything."

"I love you too, more than you'll ever you know y/n, no matter what happens."

No matter what happens?
He'd regret those words one day.
I knew it.

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