The Fighter - TDC

Chapter Fifteen

Ada's POV:

As Teresa spoke over the PA, all I could think about was how wrong she was. Thomas' blood isn't the key, it won't work unless you mix our blood together. Only a few people know this and Thomas isn't one of them so I hope he doesn't believe her. But why did she say that he could save Newt, why did Newt need saving?

I was trying to get Tommy to answer me through our link but he wouldn't answer but after I heard a familiar scream outside, I knew I couldn't stay inside any longer.

I walked out of the train station and I saw Thomas' back, walking away towards the WICKED building. I was going to call out to him but then I saw Newt lying on the ground with a knife in his heart. He was covered in black veins and his eyes were pitch black darkness. I knew exactly what this is, he had been bitten. Why didn't he say anything?

I ran over, skidding onto the floor beside him and pulling off my backpack. I heard more footsteps but I didn't pay them any attention, too focused on Newt. 

With one hand I pulled open my backpack and rummaged around for my case and with my other hand I checked his pulse. It was weak, but it was still there. 

I pulled the case out of my backpack and pulled opened the zip as quickly as I could. I pulled out a needle from the six in the case. I pulled the cap off with my mouth, pulled Newt's sleeve up and injected him in the arm. 

I heard someone take a place beside me and turned to see Minho. 

"He's dead, Ada and what did you give him?" 

"He's not dead, he still has a slight pulse. And I gave him the cure."

"There is no cure." 

"Not that you know of." I say, showing him the case.

"How did you make those?" He asks as I lean forwards and pull the knife out of Newt's chest.

"I know what is needed." I say, leaning back and placing the knife on the floor beside me.

"Then why doesn't anyone else."

"Because if they did, Thomas and I would be their personal blood bags. Strapped to machines for the rest of our lives while they bled us dry." I say.

"Fair enough."

We were interrupted by a gasp beside us. Newt was up.

He looked at us in shock, thinking he had died.

"Is this heaven?" 

"No, there is fire all around us. I don't think heaven looks like a warzone." I say.

"Ada? What happened?" 

"I don't know but you're okay now."

"What about the-"

"It's gone. This is the cure." I said, showing him the needle. 

"Wait. You had it the whole time."

"Yes. If you had told me you had been bitten I would have cured you right away and none of this would have happened." I say.