𝑺𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒑𝒊𝒕𝒚 ||Thomas x reader|| 𝓣𝓜𝓡

019- Stings

Y/n's Pov:
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"She's going to need to come with us." Two armed men gesture towards Minho to put me down.

I feel his grip on my body tighten before he replies. "Why- Where are you going to take her? Why should we even trust you?" He spits out.

"We just saved your lives didn't we? She needs immediate medical attention. We have doctors who can take care of her." The slightly taller man replies.

I'm still unsure how we ended up on a helicopter or how we even got out of the maze to begin with. I was unconscious for all of that.

I've gathered that these people are strangers, and I'm going against my better lack of judgement in trusting them, but I'm in desperate need of a doctor.

"Doctors? Are they even qualified to take care of injuries this severe? No-"

I place a palm on his chest weakly to stop him from arguing.

"Minho, what other option do we have?" I voice. The adrenaline from a few moments ago has already worn off. The pain in my body courses through me in waves stronger than ever before.

"I'm going with her then." Thomas jumps in. My unfocused gaze falls on him as he walks up beside Minho. I'm in too much agony to be stunned by his random urge to accompany me.

"Me too." Newt speaks up.

"Unfortunately you can not come to the medical wing if you're not a patient."

"Are you serious? We're practically her family and we can't come with her?" Newt yelps.

"You guys are only permitted to go to the living areas, she will join you guys as soon as she's recovered."

Living areas hm. Almost makes this warehouse sound like a boarding school. What really is this place?

"It could take days for her to recover!
I'm- we're not going that long without knowing she's okay!" Thomas yelps.

"You'll get updates on her status. Now please, let us help her."

Is it possible to feel like I'm being impaled through my skull and ribs at the same time?

Minho's gaze falls down to me then back up at the men, he repeats this cycle three times before sighing and beginning to lower me down.

"Wait Minho- your just going to hand her over like that?" I watch Thomas protest.

Since when is he so concerned about me? Nothing can be worse than the maze, I'm sure I'll be fine.

"It's fine." I say before Minho can reply, my voice softer than ever. Any more force sends jolts of pain down to my ribs.

Minho cautiously places my feet down softly, I stumble lightly upon standing up, but a palm on my arm keeps me stable. Thomas.

"Hey, if anything seems off... you just scream and I'll come breaking down the door." He whispers lowly so no one else can hear him.

"Breaking down doors for me already?" I reply half jokingly, half wincing. Despite my major concussion, I think my humour still works.

"Nothing I haven't done bef-" He stops mid sentence. Eyes widening briefly before stammering. "Just, be careful. We don't know who these people are."

"Yeah- okay mom. Jeez are you Newt? I'll be fine." I whisper back softly.

"I can't help that I'm worried. I just got you b-" He stops mid sentence again. Which would normally infuriate me, but once again pain is consuming my being right now.