" Thomas, here! " Brenda threw the syringe with the serum to the Glader.
In order to catch the only thing that could save his buddy, Thomas had to give up fighting off Newt, who was completely consumed by the Flare now. Bloodshot eyes, drools of blood, greenish-grey, rope-like veins twisting all over his body – his friend was no longer his friend. He didn't know who Thomas was anymore, his own brain had turned him into a crazed cannibal. Giving out an insane growl, Newt took the chance and grabbed Thomas' arm in an attempt to chew on it. Aside from the piercing pain, Thomas didn't care much about his friend's teeth scraping and grazing his skin vigorously, he knew he was immune. Desperately he thrust the needle into Newt's neck, letting the cure flow into his blood, his body, his mind, his soul.
The empty syringe clanked to the ground and the Crank froze. He rolled off of Thomas, landed heavily on his back and stayed motionless. His dark, blood-filled eyes were wide open, vacantly staring at the sky above him, tinted with yellow and red from the flames rising of the burning city. Foamy red saliva streamed down from the corner of his mouth. He wasn't moving. Thomas crawled over and carefully turned Newt's head towards him.
" Newt? "
His friend wasn't responding. Newt's eyes continued to stare at nothing, his wet hair sticking to his sweaty face, his limbs sprawled lifelessly. A terrifying concern started to gnaw at Thomas' insides. Was he too late? Was the thing he injected Newt with actually a cure? He wasn't moving. Thomas grasped Newt's shoulders and shook his limp body.
" Newt! "
He lifted his eyes at Brenda who kneeled down next to them.
" Why isn't it working? Why isn't he reacting? "
" It's working, Thomas, " Brenda checked the pulse on Newt's moist neck. " He won't get better immediately. Give it a bit of a time. "
They carried Newt back to the jet while Thomas decided to return to Teresa who was calling him through the loudspeakers. She said he could save Newt and he turned back because of Newt.
The following things ran through Thomas' mind like movie stills. Teresa makes a serum from his blood – Janson's attack - A shot to his stomach – Burning building collapses, taking Teresa with it. Now he was lying in the jet, his friends taking care of the gunshot wound in his abdomen. Through the stinging pain, Thomas turned his head to the right and saw Newt lying right next to him. His friend was still unconscious but his Crank appearance had already started to fade. Thomas smiled lightly.