Thomas woke up once again. Except everything was different. He looked to his right and saw Newt and Minho there, resting their heads on each other and sleeping soundly. Everything was dark but he managed to still see them sleeping. He looked out the small hospital window and saw darkness. It was the night.
Thomas was just starting to remember what happened. And felt really hot and scratchy. He had only coughed once this morning and thought nothing of it. But that 1 cough made this mess. This whole mess.
Thomas saw a syringe and medicine in it. Through the darkness he saw a note. He could read it all because he could barely even see, be he got a few words out of the note. "Syringe. Use. Wake. Up. Make. Sure. Do." Was all he can get out of the note. He assumed it meant for him to use the syringe once he woke up. Which it did, but he didn't know that. Ether way he took the syringe and put it in his left arm since it wasn't his dominant arm and he knew how shots would make your arm feel like.
He winced a bit but didn't really care about the shot. After taking out the syringe with no more medicine in it he took a bandaid he found on the side of the note and placed it on his arm.
He felt a wave of relief as the medicine made us sickness slowly wash away.
He laid back down on the hospitals pillow and passed out once again.
This time it was going to be interesting. Because this time he has a nightmare about wicked, and how they kidnapped him and they. They do something worse.
Extremely worse.
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You Can't Do This Alone
FanfictionThomas is in paradise with everyone who survived from wicked (after the death cure) but he still has thoughts about all the people who died to bring them here. He has sducidal thoughts and try's to kill himself. Luckily, Minho and Newt are dating hi...
