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"I'm sorry Tommy," Newt pleaded as his legs gave out. He could feel his brain going fuzzy already and he couldn't hold back, "I'm so sorry."
Newt had sunken to the floor while Thomas tried to get him back up again.
"... It's gonna be okay Newt, we're gonna make it," Thomas was trying his hardest to carry his blonde friend.
Tears were flowing. They both knew deep down that Newt didn't have much time. He was changing. And fast.
Thomas grabbed Newt in between the arms and began to drag him. He was doing the best that he could to make it to the others. To the cure.
He was trying the best that he could, but he couldn't do it. He gave out and fell onto the ground.
"... Tommy ... We aren't gonna make it," Newt said, coughing throughout, "Please, please kill me."
"I.. I can't do that Newt, you know I can't." It was hard for Thomas to breathe. He was holding back the tears.
They couldn't live without each other, and they knew it, but it was too late.
It was too late for Newt. Too late for the cure.
All Thomas could do was stay by Newts side for the few minutes he had left.
Newt could feel that he was different, but he couldn't see it.
Thomas could.
Thomas saw Newts eyes they were dark and blood-struck.
He saw Newts veins popping.
Newts mouth dripping with blood.
He had to see it all.
"Tommy, please. Just kill me before I do it myself," Newt held up a small dagger.
Thomas wanted to shut everything out. His mind was overflowing.
What would he do without Newt? Without his best friend?
Newt was struggling to form words. It hurt too much. Everything hurt.
Thomas stood up.
He tried to drag Newt a little farther.
Every inch would make a difference.
Newts hearing began to fade.
The sounds of all the chaos around him were dying out, and the sound of Thomas' sniffles was no longer existent.
Newt used all of the strength he had left to stop Thomas from going any further.
He forced himself to push out words. It hurt, but he had to say it.
"I love you," Newt said, "I've... I've always loved you, Tommy."
Thomas stopped trying. He knew that Newt had finally given up.
"... You're so brave, Thomas, you help out everyone that you can, you care about everyone," Newt continued. He could barely hear himself.
"Newt..." Thomas cried out, caressing Newts face.
"I don't want to say goodbye, but we both know that it's over for me," Newt said with a soft smile.
Thomas' head dropped. He couldn't bare to hear those words.
"I love you, so much, I wish it didn't have to end this way," Newt kept going.
"Take care of everyone for me, they need you. Don't stop fighting, for me," Newt couldn't hear a single thing anymore.
At least he didn't have to go through the pain of hearing Thomas' cries.
Thomas said something, Newt couldn't hear it, but he could tell what it was by the way Thomas' lips moved.
'I love you too, Newt'
Newt began coughing, he kept coughing and coughing, and it wouldn't stop.
He lifted the dagger again, and Thomas took it slowly.
Newt was laying on the ground now, helpless.
It would only be seconds before he became a heartless crank.
Thomas sat up and positioned the dagger above Newts chest.
With swift movements, he quickly plunged the dagger straight into Newts heart.
Newt began to bleed out.
Thomas couldn't bare to watch.
After awhile, Newt was just laying there, no sign of life at all.
Thomas killed his best friend. The one and the only person he loved. Gone.
Thomas stayed by Newts side until somebody else showed up.
He didn't want to leave Newt alone.
Shortly after, Minho and Brenda had arrived with the cure.
They stood in shock as they processed what they saw.
Thomas turned his head around to face them, he was a mess.
"Thomas.." Brenda said.
"... It's too late."