The Maze Runner imagines

114//Thomas

You ran through the maze,choking for air as your feet somehow stuck on the floor. You couldn't move,all you could do was scream. You let out a a cry for help but none of your friends come to save you. They were all ahed,they watch you for a few moments but run away like you weren't even worth saving. That's when you hear it...

The loud screech and gentle grrr. You couldn't reach when the Grievers claw jabs through your chest. You let out a loud breath,your entire life being ripped from you as you fall to the ground.

"Help me...." You choke out. But the others had left you to die. "Please..." You whimper before your eyes close for good.

You let out a piercing scream as you burst awake,the tears streaming down your face. Thomas,Newt,Minho,Fry and Winston gather around you,trying to calm you down. You squirm away from all of them,you couldn't stop crying.

"YOU LEFT ME!" You scream. "YOU'RE NOT MY FRIENDS. YOU LEFT ME TO THAT GRIEVER."

"Y/N I'm sorry...." Thomas whispers. You kept crying but you let him hold you close,he made you feel safe.

You tended not to feel things. For a long time you were good at it.

Good at feeling absolutely nothing.

That was until you met Thomas. He was strong and a natural survivor. He was friend. Being with Thomas made you feel things which you didn't believe existed in this world. It was all there and you couldn't get rid of it. You didn't want to. You loved Thomas. You told him everything. Except for the fact that you weren't immune to the flare. And when you finally managed to gather the courage to tell him,it was too late.

"Thomas.... I can't..." You sob and let out a cry of pain as you fall against the wall. "Just go. Leave me."

"Guys..." Thomas turns to the rest of the Gladers "we can't just leave her!"

"Yes you can." You grip Thomas' hand.

"No... No we just need to get you to... Somewhere safe. We just need more time."

You shake your hair and pull him close to you,resting your forehead against his "there isn't anymore time Thomas."

You clutch your chest and pretend to sleep. The other were about ten meters away but you could hear their every word.

"So what the bloody hell do we do now?" Newt whispers.

"We keep going." Thomas says simply like it's the easiet thing in the world "we go find Y/N a cure."

"Bullshit." Minho scoffs,rolling his eyes.

"Excuse me!?" Thomas hisses,glaring at the keeper of the runners.

"Let's face fact... Y/N is basically dead." Minho yells "Stop trying to get us killed too!"

"Y/N's not dead!" You could hear the fear and anger in Thomas' voice.

"You couldn't save her,but you can still save yourself."

"No... Take it back! You're scared and we all are but take it back!" Thomas shoves Minho and Minho shoves him back. With a huff Thomas punches him across the face hard. He's held back by Newt and Fry.

"You know I'm right Thomas." Minho scowls and wipes the blood from his nose before walking away.

The painful thing was that he was. You were going to die.

You wheeze heavily as Thomas lays you down on the tunnel ground. He pulls off his jacket and puts it under your head to act as a pillow. You breathe heavily and look up at him.

"Are you okay? It's not too hot... or old or? You're okay?" He panics.

You nod with a weak smile,you felt awful. But you wouldn't let him know that. You didn't want him to feel even worse than he already felt. "It's perfect..." you whisper "it's okay Thomas. It's okay. Just..." you cup his cheek "let me look at you. You're perfect."

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry I couldn't protect you. That was my goal all along."

"You did more than that Thomas." You reach for the gun in your pocket.

"No.... No. It should be-"

"I know. I know. It should be somebody you love. But you can't do it yourself and I still can. I can still do this. I have to do this. Me... I love you."

"I love you too. I love Y/N. I love you so much."

He leans over you and presses a kiss to your forehead as he lets himself cry for a few seconds. He knew that there was no point crying,it wouldn't change a thing. He lets out one last sob before gripping your hand. "I am going to honour you-"

"Y/N!" You hear Newt scream as you drop the gun. He kneels down before you and holds up a silver tube containing some blue liquid.

"What the hell is that?" Thomas whispers.

"All I bloody know..." newt says as he opens the tube "is that it is a whole lot more powerful than that creation of Gally's back in the glade. Y/N you need to drink this."

You could barely move but you manage to nod and part your lips gently so Thomas could pour the liquid into your mouth. You did your best not to choke on it and gulp it all down successfully.

"Is she... going to be okay?" Thomas asks Newt desperately.

"She's not immune." He answers "me and you are."

"Newt answer the shucking question!"

"I don't know what that liquid bloody was okay Thomas!?" Newt yells. His eyes were wide and his teeth were gritted "Gally had it. Stole it from Wicked,it's meant to be a cure to save her."

"There is no goddamn cure!" Thomas yelled and threw the empty tube against the brick wall. "These aren't cures. They're gazebos! They're bullshit!"

You dart up and cough heavily,letting out a long choked breath. "T.... Thomas." You grip the sleeve of his shirt and look at him with wide eyes.

"Y/N..." your eyes were clear,skin still pale and you were still shaking like a leaf but you could breathe properly again. You just sob and pull Thomas into a hug.

"Thank... you..." you sob and pull back,looking into his clear brown eyes. You could read him like a book and he could read you the same. And in that moment you weren't sure what saved you more. The cure or him. Or maybe he was the cure.

He was your cure.