You're in The Maze Runner (Movie Version)

Chapter 11- Thomas!

"I don't hear anything. I think it's safe." Winston whispers from across the room.

"Yeah. I'll go and see if the coast is clear. You guys stay here." Thomas says standing up. I begin to protest but Thomas puts a hand up, cutting me off.

"I just wanted to help." I mumble under my breath, crossing my arms over my chest. Thomas walks out of the Map Room to go see what damage has been caused and if anyone was still alive.

Five minutes pass when I begin to hear yelling. I jump straight up from my crouching position. I was in this position just incase Thomas needed my help and I could just pounce up and run to the rescue. I burst out the doors and look around, trying to make out where the yelling is coming from. It's coming from the middle of the Glade and in the distance, I can see someone on the ground and another person on top of that person throwing punches. I begin running in that direction and as I get closer, I notice that it's Thomas on the ground and Gally's the person throwing punches. When I realize that, I begin sprinting to Thomas's aid.

"You took her from me! She's supposed to be mine!" Gally yells as his fist connects with Thomas's nose, causing blood to begin flowing down his face and into his mouth, "It's all your fault! I knew none of us should trust you! You lead the Grievers here and put everyone in danger, (Y/N) in danger!"

"He didn't do anything! For all we know, this could be your fault!" I yell, defending my boyfriend. Everyone kept staring between me and the fight that was happening before their very eyes. I couldn't take any of this anymore. I charged and knocked right into Gally, throwing him off, giving Thomas a chance to get up and regain some of his strength.

Gally tried shoving me away but I kept hold. I wasn't just going to stand there while someone was beating up my boyfriend. Thomas had done so much for me, protected me and I had to do the same for him, at least once. I kept clawing and punching. I'm pretty sure that at one point my fist connected with something but I was so caught up in trying to defeat him, that I wasn't completely aware of what was happening.

I soon feel arms around my middle and arms, strong arms trying to pull me back. No! I wouldn't stop fighting. As I was clawing away at Gally, I chanced a glance at Thomas was lying bloody on the ground, trying to catch his breath. I was eventually pried away and felt a rough rope that bound my hands behind my back. A boy with longer hair kept hold of my arm and I could feel the rope digging into my wrists which was gonna leave some sort of scar. Gally smirked at me and continued torturing Thomas.

"You bitch!" I yell. I could feel my face heating up with rage, fighting so hard to get free so I could attack. Tears were streaming down my face and I could just make out Minho, Newt, and a couple others prying Gally off of Thomas. A large feeling of relief spreads through me but it lessens slightly when Thomas turns and grabs an arm that came off of a Griever.

"I need to know. I have to remember." He says, as he plunged the piece of metal into his leg, a tear rolling down his cheek.

"Thomas!" I yell, allowing the tears to fully come now. The pain and rage, at this point, are too much and I snap the rope that bounds my hands together and pull my guards grasp off me. I run to him, dropping to my knees beside his unconscious body.

"We have to do something!" I scream, looking up at Minho who is beside Thomas as well. I feel a hand on my shoulder and turn my head to see Newt with a sad look in his eyes.

"C'mon! Lets get him to the med-jacks!" Minho screams over the commotion, lifting half of Thomas off the ground and Winston grabs his other half. Newt helps me up and puts his arm around my back in an effort to comfort me, as we walk behind Minho and Winston. Frypan is next to me as well. Once we reach the medical room, they place him on the bed.

"We have to give him the cure!" I yell, wiping tears out of my eyes.

"(Y/N), it's just so risky." Newt says, scratching the back of his head.

"It worked for Alby didn't it?" I grab the cure, handing it to Newt so he can inject it. I don't want to do it. I can barely even look at his body much less inject something in him. Teresa pulls up a chair until she's behind me and Newt bends down, placing the needle gently underneath his skin. I grab Thomas's hand and squeeze, hoping that I can squeeze consciousness back into him.

"C'mon Thomas, please wake up."