𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐌𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐓𝐇 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗮𝘇𝗲 𝗿𝘂𝗻𝗻𝗲𝗿

65.. WAITING (log.iv)

However, her mind was focused on Bea. Thèrèse had to make sure her friend was okay.

"Bea!" Thèrèse called out, her voice carrying across the chaos that enveloped the base. "Bea, what's happening?!"

Thomas ran on the ground, abandoned his hoverboard and made his way through the smoke.

"Thomas!" Hugo radioed through the ear comm. "Quick! There's so much blood. I can't find anyone."

Thomas' heart clenched in his chest. He skidded to a halt, panting heavily as the smoke danced in the air.

"What do you mean, you can't find anyone? Where's Prim?"

"Too much smoke." Hugo coughed. "Over here!" Faint call from Matt on the ear comm.

Thomas' eyes darted wildly through the smoke. Matt's voice was a distant beacon, a sign of hope in the chaos.

"I'm coming!" he shouted into the comm, his voice hoarse from the smoke as he pushed forward, blindly stumbling through the smoky haze.

His hands felt along the walls, desperate for any sense of direction. The heat seared his skin, and he shielded his face as best he could against the stinging smoke.

"Prim!" he yelled out, his voice raw from the smoke and fear. "Prim, where are you?!"

There was no response.

Thomas felt his heart sink, the silence stretching long. He couldn't have lost her. Not Prim. Not his baby sister. Not another Chuck.

As the smoke began to clear, the scene that lay before them was one of utter devastation.

The medical bay was in complete disarray, with chairs and equipment overturned, and debris scattered across the floor.

And there, surrounded by Jorge, Vincent, Vivian, and crying Mary, was Prim's motionless body.

Prim's body was battered and burned, the explosions and flying debris from the attacking jets had left their mark on her.

The heat and blast of the explosion had burned her skin, leaving an angry red welt that showed the full extent of the blast. The burns that littered her were red and raw, the surrounding area a shade of black.

She laid still and unresponsive, as if her soul had already left her. Some of the Right Arm teens' that had gathered around her wept, tears streaming down their cheeks.

"No..." Sonya sobbed, her arm immediately searched for Nancy's for comfort.

Nancy clutched at Sonya's arm, the pain etched on her face. "No. No, it can't be. Prim..."

Not everyone were standing there. Ever since the bomb was released - some of them were separated. The only figures Thomas could see through his tears were Sonya, Nancy, Hugo, Matt, Gally, Frypan, Brenda, Thèrèse, Teresa.

Thomas stumbled towards them, the tears streaming down his face blending with the smoke and ash, leaving streaks of sadness on his cheeks.

"Prim..." he uttered in a broken voice, his eyes fixated on the lifeless figure in Vincent's arms.

He felt a hand on his shoulder and turned to find Frypan, his own eyes red and glassy with grief.

Bea dropped down from her hoverboard, landing with a soft thud. Her eyes widened in horror as she took in the scene unfolding before her.

"Prim?" she whispered, her knees buckling under the weight of the sight. She felt Gally's strong arm around her, steadying her as she took a shaky step forward.