The Death Cure Trials (TMR Love Triangle)

Eighteen - The Death Cure

"Get a load of this monster, he doesn't know how to communicate."

Penelope

I had felt slightly empty while I stitched Thomas back up, who hadn't spoken a word to me the entire time, and I felt sick with guilt as Newt squeezed my free hand while I removed his tracker. Everything felt too rushed, too out of place, even if I knew I had to make a choice eventually, to avoid leading them on.

I felt disgusting, even after scrubbing my hands and showering for the mission, even as Gally gently braided my hair and handed me the guard uniform I would have to wear.

The uniform was lightweight, yet it offered enough protection. My uniform was the female one, which I was grateful for, as it was tight in the right places and hugged my body perfectly with breathing space.

The entire journey there, we were in silence, only making a few jokes about the scent of the sewer as Gally, Newt, Thomas and I were the ones to go into the building, our plan finally perfected.

We managed to get into the site by using the lanyard I had stolen the night I escaped the maze, and Thomas was the one using it as him, Newt and I walked through the building. My nerves were through the roof when I noticed other soldiers around, and though I knew they weren't, it almost felt as though everyone was watching us, like they knew we were out of place.

I had hardly any idea where we were going, guns raised, as we made our way through sleek, cleaned out hallways and down staircases, using the keycard every once in a while to get by restricted areas as another guard joined us, whom I could only pray was Gally as we walked as a trio down the halls and stairs.

"Hold on, hold on." The guard, who pulled up his mask, revealing to actually be Gally, placed his hands against some wiring on the wall. "I can get through here."

"Throw me the walkie," Thomas pulled his mask up and I admired as he caught it with ease when Gally threw it, knowing if I tried that I'd most likely end up with a concussion. I pulled up my mask the same time Newt did, watching him heave over the staircase railing and let out a throaty cough, covering his mouth as he hunched over.

"Newt?"

He quickly inhaled, standing upright as he gazed over to me, "Hm?" I realised instantly he was pretending to be fine, acting like he wasn't that badly injured.

"You okay?" I gently place my free hand on his shoulder, despite the gloves we were wearing, and he smiled at me through his pain.

"Let's just get through tonight, alright love?"

And so we did.

Thomas came back up as Gally was drilling into the electrical system on the wall, trying to get his walkie talkie to work. "Frypan, we're in. How you doing?"