~Revive Me~

Chapter Eleven - The griever

-Sexual Content Warning-

The scream nearly woke everyone up. Minho and I crossed paths as we ran out of the Homestead. "What was that?!" He yelled "No clue!"

We ran outside to see Thomas on the ground with Ben trying to strangle him. "IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT! YOUR THE REASON WHY WE'RE HERE!"

Minho and I managed to get a hold of Ben's shoulders. Ripping him away caused my stitches to rip open. I screamed out in the sudden wash of pain. Ben was tackled to the ground by a couple of the gladers. The other surrounded the scene with flame torches so we could properly see. Newt was tending to Thomas whilst Minho noticed my outburst as I sat on the ground holding my wrist. Blood gushing from my hand.

Minho took of his shirt and covered my hand trying to stop the blood flow. "What the bloody hell happened Tommy?!" Newt yelled. "I don't know, I was just going to get some water from the kitchen when he came up behind me and started to attack me!"

Ben was still pinned to the ground, struggling. Minho helped me up as we stood over him. Ably came rushing out to see what the commotion was about. "Lift his shirt!" Alby instructed.

Ben's shirt was lifted to show a big nasty griever sting. We all stepped back in horror and surprise. "When the hell did this happen?" One glader asked. His question was not answered and left un-noticed. "Take him to the pit and lock him up!" Ably ordered. With a lot of struggle Ben was locked up in the slammer for the rest of the night.

Minho had to take me to get stitched up again. Him doing the job this time. After I was fixed again, Minho started to walk me back to the homestead. "What d'you think Ben meant when he was screaming at Thomas?" He asked

"I don't know, it might just be a random outburst from the 'changing'. I'm sure it meant nothing." We passed the rest of the gladers and came up to Thomas who's wrist was being covered in a bandage by Jeff. "What happened?" Minho asked.

"His hands got my wrists and his fingers dug into them." He plainly said. "Are you okay?"I asked.

Thomas looked up at me and nodded. He then glanced over a shirtless Minho and gave a confused look. "Oh, I had to giver her my shirt cause her stitches cam undone." Thomas eyes widened. "Oh shit, are you alright?"

"Yeah fine. I think i'm just going to go sleep the pain off. See if it's any better in the morning." I said good night to Thomas, and Minho and I went back to the homestead to get some rest.

"You sure your going to be okay?" He asked "Yeah I'll be fine. D'you want your shirt back?"

"Nah that's okay, I think I look tons better without it." He said, trying to over exaggerate a flexing stance, which only made me giggle a little bit. "Alright well, thanks again Minho." I smiled

"Anytime Miss T." He smiled back as he walked off back to his room.

Gently lowering myself onto my creaky bed, sleep found me relatively fast.

I woke up to a knock on my door. I forgot that I was running today. My hand and shoulder still painful but more bearable. I slowly jumped up to answer my door. I expected it to be Minho telling me to hurry up, like he always does. I opened the door to see Thomas standing there. "Oh, hey, Morning." I awkwardly said. "Hey, I just wanted to come and tell you that you'll be running with me today. Minho's got his day as a slicer today." I nodded as we stood there awkwardly for a second. "Well I should probably get changed." I eventually said. "Yeah, yeah course."

"That means you can go Tom."

"Oh right course." He closed my door in front of him and walked off. As I was walking out of the homestead Thomas came up to me with my vest. "Your lunch and bottle are already in there. Fry packed it for you."