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

If you chose Newt to live

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I take the vile and uncap it, sticking the needle into Newt's arm, he lets out a quiet gasp.

I put a hand on his face, "You're gonna be okay."
I smile with a tear running down my face.

"Y/n?!" Thomas's voice snaps me back to reality.
I've made my decision.

"I'm sorry Tommy." It was all I could muster.
I wish I had more to say, but I didn't.

All that mattered to me was Newt.
Nothing else. It was him, from day one, I knew it.

"I get it." Thomas speaks quietly.
"I'm sorry too."

That was the last rational thing he ever said.
Right before he tried to kill himself.

—

He pulled the pistol from his jacket,
pointing it to his head.

"Thomas don't!" I yell,

"What's it matter y/n? You made your decision."

"It doesn't have to be like this."

"Yes it does, I'm infected, and there's not a thing you can do about it."
"Why would you say yes to me?"
"If you loved him."
"And only him."

"That's not fair Tommy, I loved you too."

"YOU DON'T GET TO!" He snaps,
Now pointing the gun to me.
Newt jumps in front of me.

"I get it now." He mumbles,

"Thomas this isn't you, it's the virus! Please fight it."

"Maybe I don't want to, if I don't get a happy ending, why should you?"

"Thomas..." Newt tries to intervene,

Thomas starts waving the gun around like a crazy person, "WHAT ABOUT OUR BABY?! HUH!?"
"It's not mine, is it? ADMIT IT Y/N!"

My eyes flood with tears, scared for my life I admit the truth, once and for all.

"You're right Thomas, I'm sorry." I whisper.
"It's not."

"IT'S NOT WHAT!? SAY IT!"

"The baby's not yours." I cry,

"LOUDER!" He steps closer,
Newt pushes me back.

He runs and tackled Thomas, knocking the gun out of his hand in the process.
Thomas's words turned into growling.
He was turning.

Thomas swiftly pulled a knife from his pocket,

"THOMAS STOP! I don't want to have to do this!"
Newt tried to stop him, reason with him.
No use. He was too far gone.

Thomas made his way on top of Newt,
His hands pushing down and Newt's pushed away.
Thomas was trying to kill Newt,
The love of my life.

I didn't know what to do,
I couldn't intervene.

"THOMAS STOP! Please!" I begged.

I had to do something, I realized that when Newt began to scream in pain, as the blade dug into his chest.

I ran and pushed Thomas off of Newt,
This made him angrier.

He pushed me back,
I pushed against him as he held the knife tightly.

But then, he stopped, looking down.
Blood stained his shirt.

He stabbed himself.

His body dropped, I went down with him,
Falling to my knees.

"I'm sorry Thomas." I whimpered, covering my mouth as the life drained from his eyes.

Thomas was dead.

Newt was quick to pull me up,
"We have to go love." He hurried me along.

I nodded, knowing he was right.
We had to go or we'd be dead too.

Minho and the others had already made it to the aircraft, reminding me as we ran.
They'd be expecting Thomas to arrive with us.

—

The shock on their faces when they found out was extremely upsetting.

The aircraft flew us back to our safe haven.
The rest of humanity lied within us.

We sat in bleachers, in front of us was a large fire.
With Mary and Jorge up front, Mary spoke.
Telling us to remember those who gave their lives
for us. Live for them.

Four months later I had a beautiful baby boy,
He was born with only a small bit of hair on his head but it matched his fathers hair perfectly.
Dirty blonde, brown eyes.

He grew up very kind to everyone, that's how we wanted to raise him.
Friendly and caring just like my now husband.

Newt proposed three months after our son was born.

Anyway, I thought it was best that Minho crossed Thomas's name off the wall. I didn't deserve that.
I didn't feel that I should have anyway.

I had nightmares about that night every time I went to bed. Every time I closed my eyes I saw Thomas with the gun, trying to hurt me or Newt. And even himself. I felt horrible, scared and sad all at the same time.

Every night Newt held me close.

—

"Hey love." Newt kissed my cheek, snapping me out of my thoughts.

Our baby boy wasn't so much of a baby anymore,
He was seven years now. God I felt old.

"Hello." I smile, turning to kiss him on the lips.

"So I've been thinking..." I start,

"Thats never good." He jokes,

"Funny, anyways, how about baby number two?"

"Really!?" He grins ear to ear,
Newt has been asking for awhile now.
And until now I didn't think I wanted a second.

"Yes, I think it's about time."
I pull him in close, wrapping my arms around his neck, "Can we start now?"

"Hmm." He licks his lips,
"I think that'd be okay with me."

"Good."

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A/n
I really hope this satisfies the Newt lovers!
And yes I am writing two separate endings!
One for Newt and one for Thomas.
Everyone wins ;)

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