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The death cure newt11/26/2022 ![]() Your friend had to grasp the reality you were living, you weren’t immune like everyone else. Though you didn’t want her to be sad, there was nothing you could do to better the situation. ![]() You have given up all hope of being saved long ago. You weren’t sure if she was upset by you hiding your condition or the fact you didn’t seem to care. Slowly moving your eyes to look at her, you took in how upset she looked. Releasing your pants and standing up, she looked at you with hurt in her eyes. “Why didn’t you say anything?” She shouted. You stared up at the cloud less sky with your hand reaching out to grasp the Sun. Knocking your head back, you tried to remember when you first noticed the difference. ![]() “How long?” She whispers, her eyes never leaving your leg. Tearing your hands away from hiding your condition, she pushed up the fabric that hid your secret and hesitantly brushed her fingers against your sickly skin. She caught you before you could even stand up though. Jumping from the sudden sound, you immediately pulled your pantleg down and pushed away from the edge to try to escape the situation. Her gasp ripped you away from your thoughts of the inevitable future and back into cruel reality. Unfortunately, you also didn’t notice Brenda walking up to you either. Swept away by your thoughts, you didn’t notice your nails break skin on your leg as your hands involuntarily balled up. How long has he been that way? Did the serum he had stop the virus from spreading or did it only slow it down? Would you end up like Lawrence right away or would you slowly deteriorate away until you weren’t recognizable anymore? How long did it take him to become like that, you wondered. You didn’t know how much longer you had left before the virus took over and you lost yourself. A frown tugged at the corners of your mouth as your fingers gingerly traced over the thin black vines. Underneath, black as ink veins wrapped around your skin and calf, spreading as high as your knee. The Flare Virus seemed to affect you more than you’d like it to.Ĭarefully unlacing your boot, you untucked the hem of your pants and pulled it up. With your chin resting on your knee, your arms were wrapped tightly around your leg. Sitting on the edge of the rooftop, you had your right leg pulled close to your body while the other hungover the rough surface. Its been a hour or two since the boys left and you found yourself sitting alone on the rooftop, staring out across the rubble that was once a city. “Always.” He said, leaning forward to kiss your forehead before following Thomas and Gally into the tunnels. Exhaling, you relaxed a bit and looked up at him. The feeling of uneasiness that was pitted in your stomach was the source of your bad mood. Newt’s small frown made you realize how much of a brat you were being. “You’d be the same way if I was the one going with Thomas.” You spit, momentarily forgetting about your leg. We’ll be back soon.” He said, trying to reassure you. He pulled you close to his body, giving you a light squeeze. ![]() Your fingers dug into the fabric of your pants as you tried to suppress it.ĭistracted by your leg, you didn’t notice Newt come up behind you until his firm hand wrapped around your shoulder. You didn’t care if he ran the shoe around here, he wasn’t the boss of you.Ī small tremor moved your leg involuntarily, causing your hand to immediately latch on to it. If they didn’t come back by sun down, then you were going in after them. Shifting your eyes over to Lawrence, you glared at him in annoyance. “For insurance…” You huffed underneath your breath. ![]() You crossed your arms over your chest as you watched Gally lower the ladder down into the sewer entrance. Instead of Newt, its Y/N that isn’t immune to the Flare virus -Ī/N : set in The Death Cure movie version ![]()
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