***MAJOR SPOILER FROM THE DEATH CURE BOOK, I SUGGEST NOT READING IF YOU HAVEN’T READ THE BOOK PREVIOUSLY***
Request/description: Can you do a Newt imagine in the Death Cure, you know when Thomas is supposed to kill Newt. But in the last moment they (reader and Thomas) find out there is something they can do to save him and make him immune.. Please!
Warnings: Spoiler!, blood
“Thomas! No, no please don’t do it,” you sob.
You fall to your knees next to Newt, who stared at you angrily, and push the gun away from his face. Thomas looks to you and back at Newt with a broken expression on his face.
“You think I want to do this, Y/N? He’s my best friend!”
“Yeah and my boyfriend!” you yell back.
“Just kill me! Do it already! I can feel it in my blood, Thomas. Pull the bloody trigger!” Newt breathes heavily and pulls the gun back to his forehead.
You shake your head and look around you frantically. There had to be something, anything! You look from Thomas’s reluctant expression and to Newts crazed one. In the blood…
“Thomas,” you say suddenly. You watch as his finger uncurls from the trigger and he looks at you with a hopeful expression.
“In the blood! I-I’m immune right? He’s not…but maybe if we do some kind of blood transfusion? Or-or something I don’t know!”
Newt laughs. “Don’t you think they’ve already tried that, Y/N? Just kill me! I’m a lost cause. I’m living on due time anyways,” he chuckles darkly and squirms under Thomas.
You shake your head when Thomas places the gun back to Newts head with watery eyes. “WICKED has already tried everything, it won’t work.”
“They haven’t tried it with immunes, Thomas. I won’t let you kill him.” You shove the gun away from him and take it out of Thomas’s hands. He gives it up almost willingly and you see his hands are shaking with relief.
Newt groans. “I don’t want to be like the others! I don’t want to be like the others, Y/N! I won’t be some bloody Crank!”
Newt gets up after you and lurches for the gun. You jerk backwards and fall, letting the gun slide out of your now scraped hands. “Thomas!” you scream.
Thomas grabs Newts arms and holds him back from your face, inches away. You look into his desperate eyes and your heart hurts. He really did want to die.
Thomas leads a thrashing Newt to the truck and locks him in. You grab the gun quickly and tuck it in the waistband of your pants, jumping in the truck just as its started up. Newt screams next to you in the backseat and you take his hand instinctively.
His grip around your hand tightens and releases multiple times and you knew he was fighting the Flare, the urge to hurt you. He whimpered and you yelled for them to drive faster.
As soon as you got to the Right Arms camp, you jump out and take Newt with you. Others start yelling when they see a Crank brought into their safe haven but you rush through to the medical tent.
Within a minute, Thomas has both of you strapped down and Newt screams against the restraints. He thrashes under them and you wish you could take his hand again.
The doctor, a woman with short blond hair sticks a needle into your arm and you resist the feeling to faint. You hated needles.
Once she’s taken what you swear is half of your blood supply, she immediately has Thomas and you hold down Newt while she sticks another needle in him. Soon your blood is pumping trough his veins and your heart beats faster than it ever has before. You hold his hand to your lips with watery eyes and pray with everything you had that this worked.
Newt starts screaming, some things foul, some just empty yells, but after a minute, his hand loosens against your grip. He goes completely limp, and you can’t tell if he’s breathing or not.
“N-Newt?” you say shakily and run the back of his hand. You push the hair away from his forehead and hold the side of his cheek. He’s cold.
“What’s wrong with him?” Thomas croaks to the doctor. She shakes her head slowly and leans down to listen for his breathing.
Suddenly Newt jumps and breathes fast and heavily. His eyes flicker around the tent until they land on yours. You were scared he was going to attack you for a minute, until you saw the clarity in his eyes.
“Y/N,” he gasps. You untie the restraints against Thomas’s wishes and Newt sits up quickly.
The dark veins that ran down his arms, neck, and face were faded. Still there, but faded.
Newt stands and pulls you into a hug. “I’m not sure what you did, but thank you.”
Thomas looks to the doctor. “I-Is he healed? Cured?”
She lets a small smile cross her face. “I think so…”
Newt breathes against your neck and you smile against his.
“You saved me,” he whispers.
“No,” you laugh in disbelief. “I think you saved me.”
