Chapter 6: A Miracle, Or a Disaster?
How could he even forget such a thing?
He felt so, so ridiculous. Empty. So futile. If there really was God, he wasn't on their side, for sure.
The two were barely holding the crank down and there were explosions and flames and ashes everywhere. The time was ticking. Thomas, for the third time, had no idea what to do. Should he just force Newt to drink the serum? No, he would spit most of them out. Then what?
Newt was panting hysterically, begging to kill him in harsh whispers. Branda, who was holding the boy down with shaky arms, furrowed her brow in both sickness and concern. And also guilt.
"How come did he become like this?" She asked particularly to no one, jumping when Newt's leg shot up, still trying to get free.
"Hey, Newt, hold on. Just hold on...and...we'll...we'll find a way." Thomas tried to assure him, only gaining mad groans and growls.
Another boisterous explosion shook the entire city. They felt the ground shake beneath them, the concrete road slowly giving in and parting. The earth rumbled and vibrated - they looked at each other. The city was going to collapse.
Thomas's head was spinning like crazy when he heard the most unexpected voice in the world.
Teresa.
"Thomas!"
The girl's voice echoed, and he took a glimpse at the silhouette racing towards them, ebony hair fluttering in the swirling smoke. Her coat was covered in dust and ash, some parts ripped and torn off savagely. She practically slid on her knees when she arrives, sticking out an object which seemed like...an injector.
"Quick, I'll explain it all later. Just use this to him."
She was incredibly calm, almost serene - her face was plastered with blood, which thankfully didn't look like it had belonged to her. Without a word Brenda snatched it and pushed the serum into the needle, clicking the entrance shut. The machine activated instantly, murmuring a robotic signal.
"Try to hold him still. The others are arriving soon." Brenda ordered, pulling Newt's sleeve up to his elbow, placing a needle vertically on the lower part of his arm.
Biting into her lips, she embedded the needle deep into his skin in one quick motion. Newt gasped and struggled against their grips, his chest heaving frantically. He twisted and squirmed painfully, and winced, his injected arm shuddering violently. Brenda plucked out the needle when the machine made a beeping noise, informing that the liquid had been fully injected into a body. Teresa was also putting her weight on Newt's legs, frowning in the effort.
A few deadly seconds passed, and they could all notice that Newt's movements have declined. He was panting, closing his eyes, moaning softly. Suddenly, his eyes shot open, and his torso jerked forward into a sitting position. Covering his mouth with his good arm, he let out a fit of harsh, dry coughs, his body convulsing in agony. Brenda patted his back soothingly, peered at Thomas, and nodded subtly.
"Newt. Mate, do you hear me?"
Thomas managed a few words as Newt visibly calmed down, huffing and puffing but not fighting anymore. Thin, crimson veins in his eyes cleared, unveiling a milky pupil again. But the purple dark veins still remained on his neck and body. Not caring about the grotesque sight of his friend, Thomas bent his neck to meet his eyes, which darted sideways to meet his.
"Tommy," Newt whispered. Thomas felt his lips form a reassuring smile. Newt didn't say another word, probably out of breath. Instead, he leaned in and rested his forehead on his shoulder, exhaling in relief.
"Thank god," Thomas exclaimed, eyes moistening in relief and joy. He hugged a fragile form of his friend, wrapping his arms around him protectively. Brenda was smiling, caressing Newt's damp hair. Teresa was smiling too, lips pressed together, tears dripping onto her ragged jeans. Thomas couldn't help but chuckle - they did it. They succeeded to rescue Minho, and, although there had been major obstacles and injuries, Newt made it through. After what had happened, they were miraculously all alive.
What could be worse, now, right?
To Be Continued! Ignore my grammar, I'm currently trying to wriggle through the writer's block...which I have always failed.