TMR - Thomas x X-reader fanfiction

Chapter Fourteen

~ 17 Hours Later ~

Thomas' POV

"She still hasn't woken up?"

"No, not yet, Tommy."

Newt sat down beside me with a sigh. Silence stretched between us, heavy and unmoving. I stared at the dark grey wall in front of me, exhaustion weighing on my shoulders like a lead blanket.

I leaned my head back against the cold surface, closing my eyes for a moment. Please wake up, Y/N.

A quiet giggle broke the silence.

I cracked one eye open and turned to my right. Newt sat there, a small, disbelieving smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

"What's so funny?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Nothing," he said, shaking his head lightly. "It's just... out of all places, we're hiding in some shucking secret corridor within the Maze. The Maze."

I blinked. Then, despite everything, I let out a chuckle.

"Yeah, I know, right? The bloody Maze," I echoed.

Soon, we were both laughing. Maybe it was exhaustion, maybe it was the sheer absurdity of our situation. Either way, for a brief moment, the weight on my chest felt lighter.

Then—

"She's awake!"

The voice came from inside the room.

Newt and I shot up instantly.

Y/N's POV

A bright, blinding light pierced through my eyelids.

I groaned, turning my head slightly as my eyes adjusted to the harsh glow. The room was sterile, cold. For a second, I didn't know where I was.

Then, it all came rushing back.

The Glade.

The spear.

The pain.

A wave of panic surged through me. My breathing quickened, my heart hammering against my ribs.

"Y/N. Y/N, it's okay."

A pair of warm hands cupped my cheeks, grounding me. My wide, fearful eyes darted up—

And met his.

Thomas.

His gaze softened instantly, his thumbs brushing against my skin in slow, reassuring strokes. "You're safe," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "I've got you."

A strangled sob broke past my lips as I grabbed the front of his shirt, clinging onto him like my life depended on it. My entire body trembled, but the second he pulled me into his embrace, the world stopped spinning.

His scent, his warmth, the way his heartbeat thrummed wildly beneath my ear—it was all real.

I wasn't in the Glade.

I wasn't tied to that pole.

I wasn't dying.

I was here, in his arms.

His grip on me tightened as he buried his face in my hair. "I thought I lost you," he choked out, his voice muffled against my skin.

I swallowed thickly, my fingers gripping the fabric of his shirt even tighter. "I thought I lost you."

His breath hitched, and for a while, neither of us spoke. We just held onto each other, grounding ourselves in the other's presence.

Finally, I shifted, a sharp pain flaring through my abdomen. I winced, instinctively gripping my side.