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Newt
We all sat around with baited breath, waiting for Gally and Thomas to get back, hopefully bringing Teresa with them.
No one said much.
The only predominant sound was Faith's footsteps echoing out as she paced up and down, and up and down.
I watched her closely.
She bit at her fingernails and her eyes stared off at nothing in particular.
I knew that the fact that I had the flare affected her badly. She didn't sleep at night ever since I told her so I sat with her. We either talked or just sat in silence, but at least I was there if she needed me.
It broke my heart to think that we may not get the future we had planned. After all this fighting, all the chaos, we wouldn't get our happy ending. All I could do was fill my mind with the thought  that if I didn't make it, at least she would, and that was good enough for me.

I recalled the conversation I had had with Thomas the night after I told Faith about the flare.

"You know we'll get you the serum. We can do it ok? You're not dying here." Thomas said and I sighed and ran a hand through my hair as the sun started to rise.
I hated the idea that it was having to come to this, but I needed to know that she would be ok if I didn't make it.
He was the one who would keep her safe, and sane.
"Thomas I need you to listen to me now. Please just listen."
"I am."
"Whether we want to admit it or not, there's a high chance that this will kill me. If it does, I need you to protect Faith. I want you to be together, and have the life that we always planned we would have. I want you to grow old together and start a family, and tell them all about what we went through. She can't be alone Thomas, I can't have her being alone." I cried.
As I moved my eyes to meet his I noticed the tear stains running down his cheeks.
"She loves you Newt. If you go, I don't think she could let herself move on with me."

I closed my eyes at the thought of her being alone. Her standing in an empty house, lights off, sat staring into space. All of a sudden my mind pictured her crying in a bedroom that should have been ours.

With a shaky breath I opened my eyes again.
"I'm asking now that you make her move on. Make her let you in. You two will be ok if you're together. Please don't ever let her be alone."
"I won't. I promise I will take care of her and love her until my dying day."
"Thanks Tommy."

My neck twitched slightly as I recalled those words, thought about how tightly he hugged me before we walked away. It was a goodbye. I knew that.
"What are you thinking about?"
Faith had finally stopped pacing and was now sat cross legged infront of me.
"Nothing."
"That's a lie."
"No seriously. My minds just blank."
"Well, make it work. I'm not having you give into the flare that easy." She scowled.
"I'm not. I just don't have anything on my mind." I said, a smile forcing its way out of me.
"Think about what we're going to do on our first date when we get out of here. Plan each second of it in your head now."

I laughed slightly and shook my head. She did this most mornings and evenings now. She would make me think of something, or recall names, or make me try and remember something that happened when it was just us in the glade, anything that would make my brain work. She was certain that as long as I remembered things, the flare hadn't got me.
I played along with it. It helped her. Although I can't say that I felt that the memory tests would cure me.
I did admit though, planning our dates that we would have down to every last detail was more than comforting. Because at least if i never got to live them, the dreams were good enough.

A few minutes after, Teresa was being dragged into the room by Thomas and Gally, a bag over her head.
"This is rich." Faith laughed and scrambled to her feet.
Teresa was sat on a chair and before anyone could speak, before we could come up with a game plan, Faith had dragged a chair infront of Teresa and was sat no more than a ruler length away from her face.
"Christ." I whispered and Thomas shrugged from beside me.

"Firstly, you're an absolute bitch, and a traitor, and I hate you. Second, you will tell us where Minho is and how to get to him. Third, you will help us execute our rescue mission and you will not say a damn word in opposition to anything. Do you understand me?" She ordered, a murderous look in her eyes.
"You'll never get him back. It's too protected." Teresa said.
Bad move.
Faith inched closer to her face, there noses mere millimetres apart.
"What did I say? You will not say a word against what i want you to do. You put him in there, you will get him out."
"I-I can't. I-"
"You motherfu-"
As I saw her fist ball up, I ran over and wrapped my arms around her from behind, pulling her away.

I dragged her round the corner and pulled her close against me so her back was against my chest. Her hands held my forearms that wrapped around her chest, and I leant forward to whisper in her ear.
"Fighting is going to get us nowhere. You have to be calm with her or this will never work."
"I could kill her."
"I know. I know. We all could. But, she will get him back to us. She is our only hope. You need to accept that. Please. For me?" I whispered and I heard her sigh.
"Ok. But only for you Newt." She whispered back and I placed a kiss to her temple.

We joined the rest of the group who were already explaining how she had to remove our tags. None of us really trusted her with a scalpel but we had no choice.
It was a fight to even get Faith to sit in the chair and she ordered that I watched Teresa at all times.
"Brenda's looking good. How are you getting her the serum?" Teresa asked as she cut the tracker out of Faiths neck.
"What are you talking about?" Faith scoffed.
"She got bit didn't she. Before we got taken to Vince. How has she not turned by now?"
"I didn't know she got bit." Faith said and turned back towards me.
I simply nodded.
"We haven't given her anymore serum then. Or she's never taken it whilst i've been around." Faith frowned.
"No...That's not possible. She should have turned by now. Unless, Mary did in fact find the cure. Thomas. It's Thomas. I need Thomas. " She ranted and Faith turned to me with a worried expression.
"You're not taking him anywhere. We're getting Minho back. That's all you're here for." I jumped in.
"But you don't understand I could-"
"I don't care what you could do. Minho is our only priority and you're getting him back for us."

I quickly shut her down every time she went on to talk about Thomas being the cure. If the others knew then the priority would switch to me and not Minho. Although there was a great hope in me that Teresa may be right, Thomas may be the cure that could save me, I couldn't trust her and Minho was the priority and it had to stay that way.