TMR - Thomas x X-reader fanfiction

Chapter Thirteen

Thomas' POV

Flashback

"It was horrible, Thomas."

Her voice was barely above a whisper, shaking with the weight of memories too heavy to bear.

Y/N sat curled beside me, her knees drawn to her chest, her entire body trembling. Her face was pale, her swollen eyes filled with fresh tears.

"I can't sleep," she murmured, staring blankly at the wall. "Every time I close my eyes, I'm right back in that room. I can't get the sound of the drill out of my head."

Her voice cracked, her breath hitching as she clenched her hands into fists.

I wrapped my arms around her, holding her close. "It's okay," I whispered, running my fingers soothingly through her hair. "It's over now."

She let out a shaky breath, her hands gripping my shirt.

"No, it's not," she whispered.

I pulled back slightly, meeting her gaze.

"It has only just begun."

End of flashback

Thomas' POV

"The room..." The words slipped from my lips before I even realized I had spoken them.

Then it hit me.

"That's it!" I exclaimed, a surge of hope igniting in my chest. "We have to get to the room."

"What room, Tommy?" Newt asked, his brow furrowed.

"The room she told me about," I said quickly.

"What room?" Minho finally spoke up, his voice hoarse from running. He had been quiet for too long.

"There's no time to explain, but we need to get her there."

I adjusted my grip on Y/N's unconscious body, tightening my hold as I took off running. Newt and Minho were right behind me, Minho sprinting ahead to keep watch for grievers.

Y/N stirred slightly, her head shifting against my chest. Her tear-stained lashes fluttered open for the briefest moment, just enough for our gazes to meet.

She was barely holding on.

I pressed a soft kiss to her cheek. "Hang in there," I whispered.

Her tired eyes bore into mine, and I tried to memorize them—the colour, the warmth, the way they looked at me. Because deep down, I knew that after today, I might never see them again.

She was slipping.

Her breathing was uneven, her body growing weaker in my arms with every step I took.

I wasn't ready for her to die.

We rounded a corner when Newt suddenly grabbed the back of my shirt, yanking me to a stop.

"Tommy, wait," he hissed. "Listen."

I tensed, straining my ears. "I don't hear anything."

"Me neither," Minho added, stepping closer.

Newt's brows knitted together. "Hmm... I could be wrong, but I thought for sure I heard something." He shook his head. "Let's keep moving. We shouldn't stay in one place too long. You never know what's lurking out here."

Just as we turned to go, a distant voice echoed through the maze.

"Thomas! Newt! Minho! Wait up!"

I turned, heart pounding.