Left Behind//The Maze Runner

T W E L V E

Air floods through my lungs as a gasp roars from my lips, my eyes snapping open. The lights on the ceiling blind me, causing me to squint and beg my eyes to focus on them.

It takes a moment, but they finally do, and just in time for me to realize there's a heart monitor beeping rapidly, confusion filling my mind.

Where the hell am I?

My head throbs as I sit up. The chair I'm seated on kind of reminds me of one you'd see in a dentist's office. I'm in a small room, medical supplies scattered on the countertops of cabinets placed on the back wall.

The door in the front of the room is dark-grey with a tiny window that runs from the top left corner to the middle, like most of the doors from the old WICKED facility. A larger window with blinds sits next to it.

I'm dressed in fitted black pants and a dark-blue sweatshirt. My hair is neatly twisted into a Dutch braid and is draped down my back. I definitely didn't do that... But they did that for me at the old WICKED compound too...

Now that I think about it, the outfit I'm wearing is the same too...

Am I back at the old facility?

"Oh! You're up!" A familiar young girl's voice sounds, causing me to look up at the door.

Teresa stands in the doorway, a Lab coat over her clothes and her hair pulled into a tight ponytail. She holds a clipboard, scribbling something on it.

"Why am I here?" I ask her, my memories all one big blur.

"You got rescued by WICKED and you are here for testing in order to find a cure," Teresa says, obviously reciting a script.

I furrow my eyebrows, annoyance growing heavy on my face. "Would you just answer the damn question?"

"What I said was true, you got rescued by WICKED." I can't help but roll my eyes at the word rescued. "They saved us all from the Scorch and those trying to stop what we're doing here."

The memories of the night at the Right Arm camp come flooding back just with that single description. The sheet metal, fighting alongside the others, almost dying, Minho saving me. Seeing Minho wave to me on the mountaintop, the smile that grew so wide on his usually frowning lips, the way he squeezed me so tight before the whole night turned to shit and we got captured by WICKED.

I let out a sigh, looking down at my hands. Who knows how long I've been out, Minho probably thinks I'm dead now and am being used as an experiment for "the greater good".

"How long was I out for?" I ask, looking back up at her, sadness growing heavy in my chest.

Her eyes finally move from her clipboard to mine. "About two weeks. You lost a lot of blood so we had to keep you hooked up to an IV until your organs started working properly again and your blood levels went back to normal." Teresa says, walking over to me, gently beginning to take out my IV.

Shock runs through my body. Two weeks?

"What happened to the others, the ones still in the Scorch?"

"We don't know what happened to them, but all I can say is Thomas and Newt are still alive. The others, I have no clue of. Minho, Sonya, and Aris are here if you want to see them, there's a cafeteria that they meet in." Teresa tells me, her eyes becoming somber.

I just nod my head, looking down at my hands for a moment. Everything in me pounds with the hope that the rest of my friends are still alive.

My eyes move down to my knee, my thoughts drift to my wounds. The pain is no longer there and they're not even throbbing. I feel around on my thigh for the bullet wound but it's gone–there's no hole and no feeling of a scar. I feel around my abdomen and it's the same thing.