I'm not Stiles anymore. I'm Thomas. Maze Runner X Teen Wolf

Part 38

Minho POV 

I can't believe I'm back at WICKED. I mean I haven't actually seen anyone but I'm in the same room we all stayed in when we were in WICKED. So it's a pretty safe assumption.

 I thought those werewolves were supposed to have super hearing or something that was supposed to prevent something like this from happening.

 I slowly sit up in my bed, I chose the one I slept in last time which was the top bunk. 

I already tried the vents but they've sealed them up since we were here last.

 If WICKED had taken everyone else then why was I alone in here? Wouldn't it be easier to keep us all in the same room?

 Unless maybe they only took me, but why?

 Being alone in this room is going to drive me shucking crazy.

 I hop down off the bed and land on the floor, I might as well burn off some energy by exercising. 

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I collapse onto the top bunk exhausted. I run a hand through my hair but unfortunately, I know it's already a mess and it's going to take a lot more than just running my hand through it to tame my hair back to perfection. 

The door hisses open and I sit up. A WICKED guard enters with a tray and he throws it onto the bottom bunk. 

"Hey wait, where are my friends!" He ignores me and heads towards the door. 

I hop down and grab his arm. "Hey, where are my-"

 A shock of pain goes through me and I let the man go in favour of grabbing onto the side of the bed to keep me upright. 

He puts away the rod and leaves the room without a word. 

Shucking hell what the hell was that?

 I sit down, trying my best to ignore the stabbing pain going through my body.

 The food looks...disgusting but that's about what I expected from WICKED.

 I manage to finish half of the food before I start feeling tired. I put the tray on the floor and lean backwards on Fry's old bed until I'm lying down. 

I can't find the energy to make the short trip up the ladder to my own bed so I decide to sleep here. I close my eyes and within what feels like seconds I'm asleep.

I open my eyes and stare at the bottom of the top bunk, I'm not sure how long I slept for but I still feel exhausted, like I could just close my eyes and go back to sleep.

 Someone clears their throat and I jump, my limbs still feeling heavy from sleep. I

 look to my right at the other bunks and do a double-take. Sitting on the bed across from me is...Thomas?

 "Thomas?" I sit up and swing my legs over the edge of the bed. "Hey, Minho." 

I look at him, he looks more tired than the last time I saw him and it looks like he's lost some weight. I recognize the look in his eyes as one he used to have when he thought we were all screwed back in the scorch. I don't think that's a good sign. 

"How long have you been sitting there?"

 "20 minutes, I tried to wake you but you were really knocked out." That's not right, I'm the lightest sleeper in the whole group. I used to wake up if someone snored too loudly in their sleep.

 "They drugged your food." Thomas goes on. 

Of course, they drugged my shucking food, which explains why I was so tired after I ate.