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

Part 29: The talk

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"Thomas we have to leave now, you said you would~" I begin before being cut off,

"I'm not the cure." He reveals,

"What do you mean? You are Thomas, it's in your blood."

"No, y/n, I don't know how to tell you this so I'm just going to have to say it." He sighs,
"I'm infected." He begins to remove his jacket,

"No you can't be, you were supposed to~"
I stop myself seeing the veins.
Thomas is infected. And so is Newt.

"There is no cure." I mumble,

"There has to be." He protests.

"WHAT IF THERE ISN'T!?"
"What will I do without you Thomas!?
And Newt, he'll be gone too, he's getting worse already, then you will too and I'll only be left with Frypan, maybe Minho if we even can get him back."
"What if we can't Thomas?"
"If I thought I was a scared before, what now?"
"What do I do, please, give me the answer."
"Tell me everything is going to be okay."

With every sentence my heart aches, my eyes tear up and before I know it I'm on my knees, sobbing.

He gets down on the floor as well,
"Y/n I'm so sorry, but I'm gonna try, that's all I can do right? We have to try."
He pushes my chin up, he too was crying.
His eyes red and his face wet.

"What about the baby? If you don't make it."
I don't think I can do it alone."

"You won't ever be alone." He speaks.
"No matter what happens, I'll always be with you."

I pull him into a hug, tears still falling from my eyes.
I try closing my eyes, taking deep breath's.
It only makes it worse, visualizing what my future could be. Alone. With an unwanted child.
And it might not even be his.

"Thomas?"

"Yeah?" He pulls away,
cupping my face with his hands.

"When I say this, you know I mean it, right?"

"Of course." He responds quickly,

"Are you sure? You can be honest, please, I want you to, in fact, I need you to be honest. Tell me what you need from me, please."

"Y/n I think it's better if~"

"Thomas please."

"I know you love him, that look, in your eyes, it never leaves and I can't explain it but I can see it."
He pauses,
"Do you love him? Honestly."

I take a moment, swallowing my guilt.
"Yes." "You knew that already."

"I know, I just had to hear it, one last time."

"Stop talking to me like you've already decided,
You're not dying Thomas."

"You don't know that!" He raises his voice.
"I'm sorry, I didn't meant to."

"I understand. But I'm not letting you die."
"I promise."

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"Now let's go kids!" Jorge calls,
Me and Thomas jump up to our feet, wipe away our tears and run back as if everything was normal.

Newt has a horrible fever, sweating like crazy.
I walk up to him, putting my hand on his forehead,
"You're burning up." I speak sadly.

"I'm fine love, don't worry about me."

He looks past my shoulder,
To Thomas.

"Hey." I speak softly, causing him to look back at me.

"I love you Newt."

"Kiss me."

I was taken aback for a moment,
But, I did it. I kissed Newt.
I wanted to, so I did.
Thomas watched, but he didn't interfere.

His lips were soft and warm, his eyes closed in pleasure, his tongue wet inside my mouth.

When we pull apart I speak, "Let's go."
I pull him up and he follows me to the truck.
This was the beginning of the end.

This is where it started but once and for all,
This is where it would end.

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