I'LL COME FOR YOU ▹ dylmas

•chapter five•

Thomas woke up sprawled across his bed, atop the covers. He blinked his eyes, wiping the morning grogginess away. As he looked up, he saw that Dylan was still asleep in the desk chair.

A pang of guilt flooded through him as he realised he could have offered to let Dylan sleep in the bed with him. It wouldn't be weird, that's what friends do, right?

Thomas pushed away the thought and checked the time. He sucked in a quick breath as he realised it was almost noon, thinking he had missed a flight. He relaxed as he remembered that he would be staying at this hotel for more than one day. He glanced towards the bathroom door, and decided it would be okay to take a shower while Dylan was still asleep.

He turned on the warm water and stepped in, allowing himself to relax. Taking showers usually made him feel vulnerable and uncomfortable. Of course, he had always had that childhood fear that a murderer was coming to get him every time he heard footsteps while he was in the shower; but now that that fear could become a reality, it terrified him even more. Thomas felt safer now though that Dylan was here. He didn't know why, but his friend seemed to give off a wave of protection.

A sense of euphoria washed over Thomas as he sat in the shower thinking about Dylan. He had always felt a special connection with him, ever since they met on The Maze Runner set for the first time. Dylan was charming in a way that Thomas adored, and he was extremely glad that they had stayed friends. Ever so often however, a thought would creep into Thomas's mind, telling him that he would be happier as more than friends; he would push those thoughts away faster than he could process them. He wouldn't want to ruin the friendly relationship that he already had with Dylan.

The blond turned off the water and stepped out of the shower. He gazed at his reflection in the mirror, sighing at what he saw. He could barely recognise himself anymore. His light hair had grown out long and his eyes were sunken deep into his face. His complexion was a ghostly white due to deficiency of the sun. The skin around his cheekbones had tightened; his whole demeanor seemed disheveled. He hadn't eaten much since they had started moving him around; he just didn't see the point in trying to stay healthy when there was a chance he could be taken at any time.

Thomas was wiped of his thoughts as a thump and an odd gasping sound startled him. His immediate reaction was to find something to arm himself with, but he then remembered that Dylan was out there; he could be the one making the noise. He pulled on a pair of sweatpants and a white tee shirt, and opened the bathroom door. Thomas's suspicions were confirmed as he stepped into the main room and saw Dylan lying on the floor shaking. He seemed to be having an awful nightmare, as every so often a loud groan would escape his throat and he would mutter words under his breath. He clawed at the air, rolling helplessly around on the ground. Thomas didn't know what to do.

"Please don't take him," muttered Dylan. "Please!"

Thomas jumped as Dylan began screaming that same word over and over.

"Please."

Acting on pure impulse, Thomas ran over to his aghast and distressed friend. He knelt down beside him and began to shake him awake.

"Dyl, it's okay, I got you."

Thomas whispered soft words to his friend, trying to comfort him. Eventually Dylan calmed down and sprang awake. He sat up, gasping for breath.

"Thomas, I'm so sorry." He said in between breaths.

Thomas gave him a reassuring smile."Dyl, it's fine. Are you okay?"

Dylan looked up at him with despondence flickering in his eyes. "I-I just keep having these nightmares. Every single night. About being captured or taken or whatever they're doing to us."

Thomas sighed. "I know how you feel Dyl, I've imaged it myself so many times that I can't seem to get the image out of my head either."

"I just wish it would all stop. Why are people doing this?"

The Brit looked down at Dylan with consolatory plastered all over his face. "I don't know Dyl. I wish I did so we could do something about it. But I don't. No one does."

Seemingly more awake now, the brunet nodded in agreement. "I know, I know. I just wish there was something we could do. I don't know how many more of these nightmares I can take."

Thomas gazed at the floor, lost in thought.

"Maybe there is something we could do."

A/N: hi darlings, i don't usually write these notes because i feel like i'd just bore everyone, but i have a lot i want to say today. first of all, i want to say i am so so so sorry for not updating in so long. i have a whole list of excuses, but they don't deserve to be said. i should have updated sooner, and i didn't- i'm really sorry. i promise i'll try and get back on a more consistent schedule. (: thank you all so much for the support you've given me on this book so far. i cannot even express in words how much it means to me, and you all deserve all the love in the world. <3 i also wanted to say that i wrote a lil 'about the author' in one of my books. (: here's the link if you want to read it:
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