Newt got Thomas out of the Deadheads while I ran back to my little home. I checked my watch.
"7:10," I thought aloud. My stomach rumbled, and I smirked at my bag of full food from meeting Thomas. I reached in and grabbed some bread while checking my water bottle.
Empty. I wiped the crumbs off of my outfit, grabbed my quiver, slung it over my shoulder, snatched my bow, and made my way to the little pond in the Deadheads.
I refilled my water while looking at my reflection in the dirty water.
He seemed so mesmerized by my looks, does he think I'm pretty?
I snapped the lid of the water bottle shut and made my way back to my little home. I decided to practice by shooting my target, hitting the bullseye every single time.
A bird was getting on my nerves, and with my crack-shot aim, I shot it dead and all the animals of the Deadheads went silent. I retrieved the bird and decided to maybe return it to Frypan that night.
The day flew by as I nailed my aim on my target, all the while wondering what was going through Thomas's curious head. Darkness had fallen, and the sky was a deep blue, with stars sprinkled everywhere.
I placed my bow on the floor and was about to crawl into my hammock when I heard a twig snap.
I looked to my left where the darkest part of the woods were and saw nothing. "Hey."
I turned to my right and saw Thomas standing awkwardly, twiddling with his fingers. I sighed. "Again? Seriously?"
He stepped toward me. "Can I ask you a few things?" I stepped backward and, me being me, tripped over a fallen branch and fell. My ankle started pounding with pain and, of course, it was my food that was already damaged.
Blood seeped out of my ankle and I winced. Thomas rushed over to me and his eyes widened. "Pretty sure that's broken," He said. "Yeah, ya think?" I sucked in air between my teeth, trying to not cry. It hurt more than I could've ever imagined.
"C'mere." Thomas carefully picked me up and began carrying me out of the Deadheads. "Thomas, I don't want your help."
"Don't care. You need it."
"I hate you."
"Still don't care."
Thomas quietly carried me out of the Deadheads and to the Med-jacks. He pushed the door open and sat me down on one of the beds. "I'll be right back," he said to me, then left. He came back a few minutes later with Clint, Jeff, Newt, Minho, and Alby.
"Of course it's you," Minho sighed. He rubbed his eyes and put his hands on his hips. "Nice to see you, too," I replied sarcastically. "Fix her ankle guys," Alby said. Clint nodded and Jeff grabbed some bandages for my ankle, looking at me apologetically.
Alby, Minho, Newt, and Thomas went to a different room while Clint and Jeff patched me up. I eventually fell asleep.
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The Silent, Lonely Girl ~ Thomas X Female!reader
Fanfic{Book 1 out of 3} It was supposed to be a normal Greenie day in the Glade, but they got their first girl instead. She was violent, angry, and didn't fit in. Every Glader tried their best to forget she existed by letting her run away into the Deadh...
