𝑺𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒑𝒊𝒕𝒚 ||Thomas x reader|| 𝓣𝓜𝓡

018- The Scorch Trials

~This marks the beginning of The Scorch Trials~

Y/n's pov:
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I awake to the deafening thrum of a helicopter. A hot breeze washes over me, so suffocating for a moment I can't breathe. The vehicle I'm in swerves, and with closed eyes I have no clue which direction it's going. I've never felt so disoriented in my life.

It's almost like my first day in the Glade again, except this time I have a killer headache and I'm lying on someone's lap.

I slowly attempt the open my eyes but the sun instantly blinds me, so I screw them shut again with a groan.

"Did you guys see her open her eyes or am I just hallucinating?"

"She opened them."

"Oh thank God. She's not in a coma forever." I hear someone sigh.

"Y/n are you okay?" someone asks.

"Do you remember anything?" Another voice inquires, I can't make out who the voices belong to over the continuous drum of helicopter blades, which only worsens my astronomical headache.

My whole body hurts, from my spine to my toes, so all I can offer in response to their questions is a pained moan.

"So is that a yes or-?"

"Minho. She just got slammed into a concrete wall by a two-ton monster, you can't expect her to form coherent sentences right now." Finally, I recognize Newt's familiar British accent.

A hand suddenly cups my cheek, thumb lightly patting on my skin.

"Hey, Y/n can you hear me?" a voice echoes in my ears.

"mhmm," I respond groggily, leaning into their touch.

"Can you remember anything?" They continue softly.

At this question, I began digging through my disorganized brain for any events that occurred. I think hard, back to my nearest memory.

Oh right- the plan to escape. We fought off Gally and ran into the maze. Chuck hugged me. We attacked the grievers, one fell through the ceiling onto Minho, I stabbed it, and then I got thrown into a wall.

"Did we make it?" I whisper, my voice coming out hoarser than expected.

"Yeah- yeah, we made it." The voice coaxes, rubbing a thumb against my cheek soothingly. That alone brings me a sense of calm like no other. We did it. We're free.

"Is Minho okay?" I inquire recalling one of the last things I saw was him crawling away from the griever.

"He's okay." The voice responds. I sigh in relief, even though it hurts my chest to exhale.

"Newt?" I ask next.

"Him too." That brings a small smile to my face, now he can finally get what he's always wished for. Freedom. All my years of running have paid off.

Then my mind wonders to Chuck, his childish features popping up in my mind. I can imagine him with a huge smile on his face now that we've escaped. I want to know how he's doing. I hope the grievers didn't scar him too much.

"Chuck?" I ask finally. The thumb which once rubbed against my cheek pauses suddenly.

I receive no response for a few moments, which only confuses my disoriented mind.

"How about you go back to sleep, we still have a few hours left." The voice responds, wavering slightly near the end of the sentence.

"Why- What happened?" I question once more. I saw Chuck run to exit with Teressa, he was perfectly unharmed.