Pulling The Heartstrings (Thomesa)

Comatose

Set after the Death Cure au
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The air was thick with tension, the hustle of people busy with another day could be heard in the distance. His large hand trembled as he stood in front of the Med-jacks hut, hesitate to enter and see the truth for himself. The truth behind the beige curtain.

It had been two days since Gally came back from the wreckage of WICKED, searching the ruins for anything valuable or useful for their new home before destroying the flat trans generator for good. They couldn't take anymore risks, Minho decided.

What he didn't expect was to spot Gally carrying someone limp in his arms, covered in charcoal soot and dried blood. He froze at the sight as his breath became stolen, recognising the person was a girl. It was Teresa, unaware that a crowd was forming around them as low mumbling filled the air.

Thousand memories of her and him flashed in his head, feeling himself unknowingly move towards her as disbelief clouded his brown eyes. She was alive. He quickly noticed Gally nod at his silent question and raised the unconscious girl to him as a offering. As if to say take her with a remorseful smile on his face.

"Shuck, she's actually alive." Minho spoke, shocked as he stood next to Thomas. He thought she died, remembering her falling to her death as they lifted a injured Thomas onto the berg. She had somehow survived.
"Thomas...." Brenda whispered, hesitantly as her eyes narrowed at the soft expression on his face towards Teresa.

Her teeth gritted in irritation, feeling his large hand instantly release hers as he ran towards Gally. It's like he couldn't even hear her, his intense gaze remained fixated on the unconscious Teresa. In that moment all he could see was her.

Bitterness spread through her chest, watching Thomas gently carry a unconscious Teresa in his strong arms and headed towards the Med-jacks hut before he nodded at Gally in gratitude.

Her heart suddenly sank, noticing that kind of expression on his face for the first time. It was like he was holding something precious that he thought he lost forever, tears filling his brown eyes as he softly cradled the dark-haired girl to his chest. She knew now there was no room for her in his heart.

The beige curtain rustled in the wind, his feet glued to the ground as he breathed in deeply. Ever since he carried Teresa to the Med-jacks hut, he had avoided entering the place. He hated the mere sight of her frail body recovering from the damage.

Damage he should have suffered through instead of her, it was his fault.

He let out a shaky breath, silently sitting on a nearby chair as he gazed at her pale angelic face. Even with cuts and bruises, she looked hauntingly so beautiful. Like a fallen angel.

His jaw clenched at the reality of the situation, Teresa was in a coma and there was nothing Minho and Aris could do. All he was told that they had to wait, to see if she would come back to the real world again. That is if she wanted to come back.

It had two weeks and nothing, she was still in deep sleep. Her body cleaned and changed into new clothes by the girls, instructed by Harriet. Minho decided to let her stay since she wasn't harming anyone, he knew how much Thomas still cared about Teresa.

"Hey Teresa, I'm sorry for not coming to visit you. I just couldn't get the courage...." He spoke in a barely audible voice but it was laced with a gentle caring tone. He instinctively enclosed her small cold hand in his, trying to bring her some warmth.

It was silent, she didn't respond but he just continued talking. A sense of peace filled his chest, just her presence soothed him as his thumb softly stroked her knuckles.

"I don't know if you can hear me but you'll be annoyed when you find out that Gally was the one who found you." Thomas muttered, amused as he chuckled at his words. The image of Teresa's displeasure at being carried by Gally made a small smile grow on his face.

It was silent again, she didn't respond as his thumb continued stroking her knuckles. All he could hear was the faint sounds of the people outside and footsteps of curious children of the safe haven.

Sorrow, longing and slight anger burned in his chest, threatening to turn every fibre of his being into ash with its heat. He was consumed with his thoughts of her throughout the night as he avoided visiting her in the day until now.

"What am I supposed to do now, Teresa? You just came back and I don't know if you'll ever wake up.....If I'll ever see those beautiful blue eyes of yours again. No....you just want to torture me. You saved my life and I can't even talk to you! Now wake up and smile at me!" He spoke in a broken voice, not realising he was now shouting as angry tears filled his brown eyes.

The regret constantly ate him up from the inside, knowing he misunderstood her. Something snapped within him, not wanting to lose her too. He desperately wanted her back, hating the fact that she might never wake up as a single tear escaped his empty brown eyes.

No matter what they went though, he missed her mesmerising smiles and the sound of her calming voice. She was never forgotten, the one person he ever truly loved.

"I won't let you go, Teresa....Never. You're not going to make this easy for me so I won't make it easy for you. I'm not letting you go...." Thomas muttered, firmly as his brown eyes darkened.

His thumb gently rubbed her pink lip, feeling it's softness as his hand tightened his hold on hers. The unconscious girl moved her face closer to him, seeking shelter and safety in his touch.

He slowly lifted their entwined hands and pressed a soft kiss on her wrist. There was still no reaction as he breathed in shakily, a stubborn glimmer in his brown eyes. He would wait for her, however long it took.

Author's Note: Please do comment what you think so far of the story. It really helps motivate me by hearing your thoughts. I'm hoping to update soon :)