What was once a paradise is now a hellhole (A Thomesa fanfic)

Chapter 7

Third Person Thomas POV:

As Teresa collapsed into Thomas's arms he yelped in surprise before shaking her slightly "Teresa, Teresa" he cried out he shook her harder, as he trembled with fear he thought 'I won't loose her again just when I got her back no I can't loose her' he thought as he curled his hands over her shoulders he felt the warm sticky fluid oozing through her shirt, removing his hand from her shoulder while pulling her to his right revealed the crimson liquid smeared and dripping down his hand.  As Thomas stared in horror one thought stood out 'how did I not notice this before?' he pulled her towards him checking if she had anymore bullet wounds and sure enough there was another hole blooming with scarlet blood on her lower back he stared at it with wide eyes.

Thomas broke out of his trance, shouting into the crowd "Clint or Jeff I don't one of you go tell Violet to get a room for Teresa" he heard pounding steps as he saw Jeff sprint off in the direction of the Medical hut, everyones head turned to him as scooped Teresa into his arms her shins hanging over his right forearm while his left arm was holding up her shoulders.

He began to run the fastest he ever had the weight of her not affecting him one bit, the small hut like building came into view as he willed himself to go faster he stumbled nearly dropping Teresa her head lolled to the side he quickly pushed her head against his chest before sprinting of glancing at the ground every once in a while for obstructions.

Thomas panted as he raced into the natural lit hut, he looked to see no one 'damn' he though before running into the unoccupied room to the right, quickly laying down Teresa on the bed, he scrambled around the room to find a pair of scissors 'shuck where was Violet when she was needed' It wasn't that she was bad at her job to be honest she was probably better than bother Clint and Jeff combine, its just she sometimes didn't stay in the medical hut when she was suppose too. Finally Thomas found the scissors, in one of the plastic containers in the bottom drawer, he swiftly turned towards the motionless body that lay in front of him, her face caked with dirt and dry blood, lip pressed together into a thin line grimace, her eyes squeezed shut as her arms lay limply at her sides. He gently puts his arms under her back before carefully rolling her over so she was on her stomach, Thomas gripped the scissors before slicing Teresa's bloodstained shirt off to reveal two singular bullet wounds still flooding with blood, he looked around for bandages to stop the blood flow until Violet came, if she ever did he grunted. Finding two bandages he swivelled back to Teresa and pressed them into her back.

Yes, I promised stuff but I can't do stuff that fast I really hope you keep on reading, I have a lot of school stuff (yes in the holidays) it's stressful as well as going to writer's boot camp's because I have nothing else to do. I'm trying to release a few chapters in a go so in about two months so yeah. 

hopefully...

I think i'll start updating 1-3 times a month 

well hoped u like it and yeah

QOTC: Why did James Dashner torture us and kill Teresa?

well see you children

luv you all