~|Charge|~ Thomas

Chapter 19: Nea? Sounds Familiar

As Thomas ran through the dead-heads, back where he had just been chased through in what seemed like a life threatening situation, the only thing that was on his mind was Linnea. He had left her there, ran from her and that boy, that creature, that . . .thing. Ben. She was being choked to what seemed to lead to something of death. And Thomas left her. She told him to run and he did. But he shouldn't have. The new boy who somewhat had some memories of the girl should have stayed. He should have saved her, and now, who knows what happened to her.

The brown-haired boy frantically called out her name over and over again, not like she might respond. His whiskey-colored eyes floated around everywhere, searching for a sign of life, a sign of her soft, light brown hair somewhere with her brown pocketed jacket that somewhat, now that he thought about it, also seemed slightly familiar to Thomas, like it might have been his, but once again, that was not what he wanted to think about, and it wasn't what he thought about. Only Linnea. That was the only thought on his mind. Linnea.

Soon, reaching to the point where he had left her, Thomas saw the soft hair spread across the ground, bruises covered all over the girl, though most were already there before, and her eyes not being shown, as her lids were drawn to a close over her dark brown eyes, showing no sign of consciousness. With all of the speed he could push out of him, Thomas briskly sprinted forward to her, getting down on his knees and taking the unconscious girl into his arms, immediately checking her heart, which luckily, was beating. She was alive. That was good. She was alive. 

With tears streaming out of his eyes, the full hearted boy picked her slightly smaller body up, her only being about two inches shorter than him, but her skinny stature showing her true smallness, and Thomas realized how truly light she was. Most likely from not having enough food in the three whole years she had been there. Thomas picked Linnea up from under her knees, and placed his hand on her head, balancing her for a second, before moving to under her neck. When he had his hand placed on the back of her head, though, the worried boy noticed the bump on the back of it, surely from the Griever-stung boy hitting it against the hard ground so many times, probably more than Thomas had seen, and instantly, there was another moment of guilt, a feeling, a reason for why Thomas shouldn't have left her.

Thomas couldn't think about any of that then. He needed to get the injured girl back to the glade, over to the doctors that they seemed to call Med-jacks. She needed to be safe. She needed to be okay. No. More than okay. She needed to be in perfect health. She already was perfect to Thomas, but she needed to be in perfect health, not injured, because Thomas couldn't take it if she was harmed. She meant way too much to him. 

Racing back to the glade, once Thomas had a view of it, he called the names of the people he knew, Newt, Chuck, Alby, Jeff and Clint, who Newt had introduced as the Med-jacks the night before, and even Gally, who seemed to be there, and even though he acted like he hated Linnea, Thomas knew that the colossally tall boy did trust in her, and knew that she was somehow one of the largest parts of the glade, and that each and everyone there needed her.

All of them quickly rushed over as Thomas set her down onto the Med-jack cot that was very poorly made, but it would have to do. Many boys rushed over to see the unconscious girl, some in a not so good state, some crying, just like Thomas was at that very moment, others standing there, begging for entrance, but the only ones that Alby seemed to let in were Thomas, Newt, the two Med-jacks, and himself.

"Is-is-is she going to be okay?" Thomas stuttered, tears pouring out even more now, hoping, praying that she would be okay, because honestly, to him, she was keeping him sane there. Helping Thomas cope with that horrible life. She was what was keeping him safe with himself.

"I think she'll be fine," the small, darker skinned boy who Thomas thought was Jeff answered. "Her head is a little bashed in the back, but it's nothing she can't handle. This situation is just a bit odd."