Our World Stage | The Death Cure {FANFIC} 3/3 SERIES COMPLETED• ✓

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"Come on then, I know a way out" said Brenda.

There was no time to debate. We all wanted to get the hell out of there.

We rushed over to the end of the hallway, a dead end.
We entered one of the rooms aligned by the left side. In it, were numerous items. Weapons, cans of food, drinks, backpacks.

Jackpot.

We all stocked up. Minho already had a backpack, which threw me off guard, but I ignored it.

While everyone was packing up, I felt a wave of nausea attack me. My head began to ache, and for some annoying reason, so did my ribs.

I leaned against the wall, as sitting down wasn't helping me. I closed my eyes, and took deep breaths. Why was this happening? Could it have been the fluid I drank yesterday? Nah... Maybe because I was thinking about Ja-Ratman... I imagined for a quick second how different things would of been if he had stayed. How he could of helped, but chose not to.

Thinking about that made me feel worse.

I clenched on to my upper torso, as if that would help with the pain, and opened my eyes. I attempted to move forward and pack, but it felt like somebody was pinning me against the wall, and I couldn't.

I locked my eyes onto the bathroom door. Saw Minho go in. Then, shut my eyes again, and took deeper breaths. It wasn't helping.

"Melly, you okay?" Newt asked

I opened my eyes, and shook my head for a "no".

He walked up to me, and put both his hands on my shoulders.

"What's wrong?" He asked.

"Nausea" I gulped "Hurts, here" I said, and rubbed the rib cage "And head"

"What's wrong with your head?" Newt asked, and everybody's heads turned to us.

Oh no.

Am I becoming a crank?

"Melly, answer me" He continued.

I felt this thick knot in my throat, like I was about to cry. My ears began to ring softly.

"Mel, answer us" Thomas spoke.

"Its throbbing" I finally answered "and my ears are ringing. Also, I think my eyes are on fire or something. They burn"

"Did you drink anything before you came here? Did any of you?" Asked Brenda.

"I did. I mean seeing how long it's taking Minho to take a piss, I'm guessing he did too" Newt replied.

"So did I. Mine was this red mixture" Thomas answered.

"Mine too" Newt said

"Same here. What about yours, Mel? Do you remember what colo(u)r yours was?" Brenda asked.

"Mmm... Green" I answered

"That's probably why she's feeling this way. That Janson guy probably set her up!" Newt said.

"Don't say his name, Or I swear I'll puke the next time any of you do" I said, and clenched my stomach.

"Okay, let's try to survive without puking. I think we should stay here until she gets better" Thomas offered.