TITANIUM || The Death Cure ? Newt [3]

Chapter 16

"Kill me, Rosalee," he barely whispered.

I shook my head. "No. I'm not giving up on you."

Newt turned his head aggressively at me like I just said the most insulting thing at him. I think I did.

"Don't you dare break your promise."

"I'm not breaking my promise, Newt. You said to kill you when you Crank out, and you're still here!" I glanced at the road one more time before giving him words of encouragement. "Look, I know you're tired. I know you can't think straight. I know you feel like you want to give up, but you have to keep trying. Please, I need you to keep trying. I need you to do it for me."

Since it was hard for him to talk, he nodded. Taking that as his final answer, I grabbed both of his arms to pull him up.

"I need you to give me everything you got. Ready?"

He nodded once again.

"Here we go. One. Two. Three!"

As he stood up to his feet, he let out a grunt of pain that caused more tears to fall from my eyes. It was harder to walk due to him sluggishly leaning his full body weight on me, but I didn't care. I held onto him as tightly as possible while limping down the road, hearing more shots firing once again. His feet dragged behind me, but he was trying his best like he showed he would. I gave it my best. I wasn't going to let him down. I had to be strong for Newt... For Winston. He told me to be strong for everyone as his final request before he shot himself in the Scorch. That goes to show how much I have to lose. If I lose Newt, I lose everything.

I continued to trudge on. My muscles were burning as did my wound. Newt seemed to be getting heavier and heavier by the second. Still, I pressed forward. Flames in the city were growing larger by the second, consuming everything in its path. I turned both of us away as a fire came close to nipping at my clothes. Being so close to this much heat caused me to sweat bullets. It soaked into my shirt; little beads of it dripping from my temple and matting my hair to my head. I felt like I was being cooked alive in an oven on a hot summer day. Only, there was no sun to help light my way. The only light I could see was the one in my dream about my parents. It's not your time, and it won't be his time, either.

I refocused my grip as I pulled him forward with me. Once we crossed through a broken frame with shattered glass on the concrete, that's when everything went south. Newt stopped trudging and let his feet drag fully. He was making noises a Crank made, only, it sounded like he was choking to death on that liquid compressed in his lungs. Still, he regained partial consciousness and continued to fight. Hang on, we're almost there. Keep going. But he only fought for a second as he made gagging noises and gravity took over. He collapsed on the ground, twitching. My heart froze, skipping constant beats as I hovered over him in a panic.

"No, Newt! We're almost there!" I screamed. "Oh, please, no! I'm trying, I'm really trying! I can't do this on my own!"

I thought as quickly as I could while he continued to make choking noises and shaking.

"You know what? It's okay. You don't have to move. I'll... I'll carry you the rest of the way. Just hang on!"

I curled my hands underneath his arms as I continued to drag him along the pavement. He was a lot heavier than I imagined as I dropped him once again. I didn't give up. Even if my muscles and gunshot were screaming for me to stop, I didn't give up. Unfortunately, I was only able to drag him for six feet before landing on my back. I couldn't... I couldn't do it. It was hopeless. I crawled away from him, letting the reality sink in. He wasn't going to make it.

I curled up in a ball and cried; my shoulders shaking with each sob. I never thought it would come to this. Maybe... say a prayer? It didn't seem like a great idea, but I was desperate to save him.

Speaking through sobs, I said to myself out loud, "God, please. Please, help me. Please, help me save him. I don't want him to die! I love this man more than life itself. He hasn't done anything wrong. Give me the strength to push forward, to give my life for his. I don't know what else to do, so please, just give me a sign, anything, about what I should do."

After saying that prayer, I still felt miserable. I felt useless, powerless, nothing to help him. He was going to die, and it was all my fault because I did nothing to save him. The only thing that felt useful was to continue to be in the fetal position and cry about it.

"Thomas?"

I perked up to the sound of someone's voice on the PA. I let that single word repeat back to me in my head, composing the tone and sound of that person's voice.

"Can you hear me?"

It sounded so familiar, and I instantly knew who it was: Teresa.

"I need you to listen to me. I know you have no reason to trust me... but I need you to come back. Thomas, you can save Newt."

I stood up to my feet, taking in her words for hope.

"There's still time for him. There's a reason Brenda isn't sick anymore. It's your blood. Do you understand? She isn't sick... because you cured her. She doesn't have to be the only one. All you have to do is come back, and this will all finally be over. Please. Just come back to me. I know you'll do the right th-"

The PA suddenly cut off as did the power in the entire city. That didn't matter to me as I pondered over what Teresa had just said. Now that I thought about it, it all made sense: Teresa pocketing the bloody rag, pushing us into the hallway and locking us in; she only did that to save us, to save the person she loved. Thomas is the cure. I brought my hands to my face and laughed out of pure joy like this was the best news I've received. It was. But would Thomas oblige to this? I knew he would. He had to. Not for her, but for Newt. If Thomas does what Teresa had said, then he could save Newt.

I doubted Teresa. I thought she couldn't do it. If Thomas was to cure Newt, I wouldn't know how to repay her. I really thought there was no cure. After all this time, she finally figured it out on her own. I'm still not happy about what she did, but I think I could finally put that in the past. If I wanted Newt to live, then I had to get him to the tunnels fast.

I turned around to do just that, when I was suddenly caught off guard. Newt stood up to his feet with his back facing me, but he didn't say anything. My blood froze.

"Newt?" I called softly.

To the sound of my voice, he creepily turned around, just to have my heart split in two. There, standing before me, standing in front of my own two eyes, was Newt. Only, he wasn't Newt anymore. What stood in front of me was a Crank.

"Newt..."

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