Solo ◇Thomas◇ II

~11~

Teresa stood behind Spencer who was sitting on a chair. “Try to relax. This is gonna sting.” 

“Just do it.” Spencer grumbled. 

She wasn't too happy having someone who had tried to kill her before now slitting into the back of her neck. Teresa slices the back of her neck causing a small groan to escape her lips. 

“Never gonna get used to that.” Spencer whispers to herself. 

“So I'm guessing you know your title that Wicked gave you?” Teresa tried to make small talk but Spencer stayed silent. “Well you're a legend. Although I do wonder if you told Thomas about the people you killed.” 

“Can't tell him what I don't remember.” Spencer winced as she felt the tweezers enter the cut. “Must be hard to understand when you have your own memories.” 

“I might have my memories back but I do know what you're feeling. I was in the maze and I felt it too.” 

“Three days. I was in the maze for three years.” Spencer groaned as she felt the chip being pulled out. “Don't compare me to you until you've been through everything i went through.” 

Teresa stayed silent, focusing on pulling out the chip correctly and not damaging anything. Just as she pulled out the chip she noticed the black veins going up Spencer's neck from her left shoulder. 

“You're infected.” Teresa’s eyes widened. “Aren't you?” 

“No.” 

“Yes you are. Have you told Thomas? You need the cure.” Teresa went to pull her neck gaiter further down to see the veins more.

Spencer stood up abruptly and knocked the chair over into the table. Her hand shot to her neck where the cut was as she looked at Teresa. 

The others in the group were all looking at the two girls. Spencer put her hand down and pulled her hood up. 

Gally and Thomas walked over to the two but Thomas spoke first, “Everything okay?” 

“Perfect. It's your turn.” 

Before anyone could say anything she walked over to Fry and sat next to him. Fry offered her a gauze but she waved her hand as if saying ‘no thank you’. 

Gally walked back over to them sitting next to Spencer throwing his gauze onto the table, “She enjoyed that.” He mumbled. 

Frypan nodded his head in agreement, still holding the gauze to the back of his neck, “You're probably right.” 

Newt entered the room holding jackets in his arm, he passed them to each of them. “Here. See if these fit.” 

“Thanks.” 

As they pulled their jackets on, Newt sat on the other side of Spencer. 

“What do you think? Do I look Wicked enough?” Spencer asks Newt, pulling a pose and making a face. 

Newt chuckled, shaking his head, “Amazing.” The two laughed lightly whilst the other two boys didnt know why they were laughing.

“So..” Gally caught Spencer’s attention, “You and Thomas?” 

Spencer didn't notice the way Newt tensed up but Gally and Fry did. “What about us?” 

“Are you like together?” Gally asked, pulling his jacket on. 

“We were. Things have gotten complicated.” 

Gally’s eye brows furrowed, “Complicated?” 

“He broke my trust and he’s clearly still got something for her.” Spencer gestured to Teresa and Thomas. “I just don't think we are going to work out in the end.”