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Newt was turning. He was losing himself and whatever was left of his conscious mind knew it just as much as Thomas did. They stood there, facing each other, both processing the point they'd reached. Newt wanted nothing more than for Thomas to kill him, to stop him from becoming one of those things. And Thomas, he wanted nothing more than to see Minho come running towards them with the vile Newt so desperately needed.
“Please Tommy,” Newt pleaded. “Please.” He repeated as the last of his control slipped from his grasp. Thomas instantly realized the shift in Newt's body and he felt his stomach drop. Thomas hadn't pictured this happening, he hadn't allowed himself to. Now, not only was Newt looking at him with black, Flare consumed eyes, but he was doing so while holding his knife. Thomas jumped back just as his friend swung the blade into the air where he'd had just been. He never could have imagined fighting Newt, not before this moment, but he would. He just needed to buy time for Minho to get back; they both just needed time. Thomas was trying to stay out of harm's way but Newt was infected and unpredictable. Before he knew it, Thomas was on his back with Newt on top of him, the knife slowly being pressed into his skin. Thomas was struggling to stop the blade before it got too deep. The only question was just how long he could hold it back, and if Minho could get to them before he found out the answer to that question.
“Newt, please,” Thomas winced through the pain, and for a moment he saw a flicker of recognition cross Newt's face. Newt leaned back in his moment of clarity. His features danced with various expressions of guilt and pain that were clear even under the virus.
"I'm- I-" Newt was breathing heavily as he struggled to say what he wanted to. "I'm sorry Tommy." Thomas chest ached from more than the knife wound.
"It's okay, it's okay" Thomas said, staring at Newt just so thankful that he stopped driving that knife into his chest, but even more so to see that he was still in there. Then Newt suddenly reached across himself and grabbed his gun. Thomas' eye's grew wide in horror as Newt lifted it to his temple, using this lucid moment to try and end everything. "NO!" Thomas felt the word rip from his throat as he hit it out of Newt's hand and it skidded across the pavement. Just like that the lucid moment was completely gone again and Thomas found himself struggling to stop Newt from biting him. He was so focused on that simple task he didn't notice someone approaching and picking up the gun Newt had nearly used to kill himself. He didn't notice that someone approaching, not until Newt was pulled off of him and he found himself being dragged to his feet. It was then that Thomas registered Janson standing safely off to the side while his soldiers held him and Newt.
“Looks like your friend is as good as gone Thomas.” Janson shook his head, giving an almost smug, content look to Thomas as he raised the very gun Thomas had just tossed away and pointed it at Newt. Adrenaline rushed through Thomas' veins and he broke free from the soldier holding him. He positioned himself between the gun and Newt who was deranged with the Flare, snapping and fighting in multiple guards grips. Thomas wasn't sure if his scream blended with the ringing of the gunshot or if he made no sound at all as he crumpled to the ground. Thomas reached his hand to his abdomen which was already starting to be soaked with blood. He could hear Janson curse as he reloaded the gun. Newt was still being restrained and Thomas wasn't going to let him get shot. He pressed his hand his stomach and struggled to get up. Unable to make it fully to his feet he raised his free hand up.
“Stop!” He shouted through gritted teeth. “Don’t kill him, please. Don’t kill him.” Janson looked down at Thomas, shaking his head in amused disbelief. Then he started to aim his gun at Newt again and Thomas even surprised himself when he found the strength to stand as Newt’s shield once more. “Don’t kill him, Janson. Don’t kill him and I’ll go with you; no fight.” Thomas still doubted the delusion of the cure, but he had desperation shining in his eyes. He couldn’t lose Newt. He couldn’t give up, not when Minho could be just around the corner.
“He’s already gone-”
“Shut it Janson!” Thomas snapped. “I’ll come with you if you let him go. We’ll go inside and you have to let him go and I won’t fight you. I don’t care if he’s ‘gone!’ You don't get to kill him.” Janson looked past Thomas at the deranged boy who he thought was much too far gone. Then he directed his gaze back to the annoying boy who held the cure. “You think I’m the cure?" Thomas continued to bargain. "This is your only chance. My precious blood is slipping through your fingers and literally through mine. Take a guess at how much you're losing by making this conversation last.” Thomas was playing a dangerous game. Spots were already appearing in his vision but if he passed out that would be the end for Newt. Hinting at his blood loss might be the wrong call but he had to hurry this negotiation up.
“Fine,” Janson gave in, slowly backing towards the building and opening the door. Janson nodded to the man that'd been holding Thomas back moments before and escorted Thomas through the doors after Janson. Then the other two guards threw Newt and ran inside. They locked the door and Thomas stared at Newt clawing at the glass. There was no recognition in his eyes now, no moment where the real him was breaking through. Thomas winced as another guard grabbed him as more blood spilled from his side. Everything was starting to blur now. He was losing too much blood and with them already inside there was little point to exposing themselves to Newt’s dangerous state once more. Thomas felt his knees buckle and he didn’t fight it. The guards caught him and he cried out. The agony accompanied by the blood loss was trying to drag him out of consciousness, but Thomas wouldn’t close his eyes. He fought his tiredness to keep his gaze on the door and Newt on the other side. His focus was slipping away, but his resistance was worth it as he distantly saw Brenda inject something blue into Newt’s neck. Newt passed out and Brenda gently caught him and laid him on the ground before looking around. She then spotted Thomas through the glass sides of the building and immediately tried the door with no success. She started banging on them and Thomas deducted that she didn’t have her gun so it really was no use. It was clear Brenda wanted to get in to save him, but Newt was going to be okay and Brenda was with him. Minho probably wasn’t far behind and that’s all Thomas needed to know. He stopped fighting. He just let go.