Lovers Lies || Thomas

12 - Freefall

SANDRA regained her thoughts, sucking in sharp breaths of air, true fear consuming her body. The person under her groaned and her eyes widened as she rolled off, landing with a small thud on the floor.

"Sandra? Are you fucking insane?" Carlos' voice-powered toward her, full of exhaustion.

"We know the answer to that already," Minho muttered.

Sandra lifted her head up, eyes locking with Carlos. Fear, exhaustion, and worry filled his eyes that scanned her while he held the side of his left thigh. Minho was beside him, panting on his knees.

"I couldn't leave you," Sandra breathed, tears starting to dry on her face. "I couldn't leave you," she repeated.

"We're in the maze," one of the boys gasped and Sandra snapped her head to see Thomas sitting up, his eyes wide on them.

That was why the Gladers had yelled his name. He ran in behind her. He protected her in the fall.

Greenie fucking saved my ass—for now.

"Good job," Minho mumbled, gaining their attention again. "You both just killed yourselves."

Sandra scrambled onto her feet, rushing over to her brother as Minho fell into a sitting position, revealing Alby unconscious on the floor. She hesitated, debating which of the three to go to first. But Carlos gave her a nod and she rushed toward Alby.

Her knees barked in pain, connecting with the concrete floor. "What happened to him?" she asked, holding Alby's face between her hands, her eyes observing the small gash on his forehead where blood still seeped.

Thomas dropped to his knees beside Sandra, not daring to touch Alby as Minho said, "What does it look like? He got stung."

"Fuck," Sandra cursed, pulling her hands away. "Fuck!" The only word that seemed to suit the situation they were in.

Not only was she in the maze again, but they were stuck with an unconscious Alby who would start to change soon.

"What happened to his head?" Thomas asked and Sandra stood up, rushing over to her brother.

"I did what I had to do," Carlos answered, looking away from her as she crouched down before him.

Sandra knew he was mad at her—that was a clear fact. But she didn't give a single shit. "Are you okay?" she quietly asked him. He stayed silent, still not looking at her. She grabbed his chin, forcing him to look at her with devastated eyes. "How hurt are you?"

Carlos continued to breathe heavily, moving his hand away from his bleeding thigh. "The bastard cut me," he mumbled.

She furrowed her brows. "The Griever or Alby?" she questioned, taking her jacket off.

"Alby did a few minutes after he got stung," Minho answered as Sandra used her hunting knife to cut her jacket.

They watched her carefully as she tied the sleeve of her jacket off above the deep cut, slowing down the bleeding as Carlos winced from the pain.

"Why, Sandra?" Carlos asked, looking at her. "Why would you come in here for me?"

Sandra's shoulders sagged and she sat down on her butt, holding his stare. "You're my older brother, Carl. It's always been Carlos and Sandra from the start. I wasn't ready to give that up."

Carlos shook his head, looking down. "I was fine with dying, Sandy." He looked back up at her. "I was fine with dying as long as I knew you were safe."

Fresh tears formed in her eyes, and she didn't give him any heads up before leaning forward and wrapping her arms around his neck, pulling herself into him. "I wasn't fine with living knowing you weren't with me."