Divided // The Death Cure [Book 3]

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I sat on my bed, rocking back and forth with my eyes focused on nothing. In my head, I was reliving the hallucination Wicked had fed me today. Thomas got banned into the Maze after we slept together and Newt had caught us. Then Newt got stung by a Griever and died soon after I had injected him with Teresa's syringe. Then Minho got killed in the Maze by the Blades and the other Runners followed. In the end, it was just me. 

Kasey was lying in her bed, her hands folded on her stomach as she stared at the ceiling. Minho had been taken away a while ago and I could hear his screams, even through the thick walls of the room. I traced my finger over the cut on my forehead. One of the Wicked guards had struck me on the head with the butt of his gun after I refused an ultrasound. Doctor Crawford had stayed behind at the previous facility to finish her research there so none other than Teresa herself had volunteered to do it. 

I had instantly said no. I didn't want that traitor's hands touching me. The guard apparently saw that as 'rebellious' and hit me with the butt of his gun. I'm sure the guard had received a correction from Janson or Ava Paige because they were all about keeping me and the baby safe, but the wound was still there and it stung like hell. 

The door of our cell, as I liked to call it, swung open. It was Ava Paige. "Leah, follow me, please," she said, folding her hands in front of her. I swung my legs over the edge of the bed. 

"Where are we going?" I asked sceptically.  

"You'll see," she mysteriously smiled. I nodded softly and followed her, making sure to bring my journal. That was the thing that had managed to keep me calm lately. I never went anywhere without it. It contained the only memories I had of Thomas and the others of which I was sure were real. My brain had been messed badly with and I couldn't separate the real memories from the fake hallucinations anymore. 

I followed Paige through the white hallways all the way to the other side of the building. She opened a door and motioned inside. "Teresa told me how you said you thought that your previous room had been too cramped so we got you this room. It has a window and a bathroom. I hope you'll feel better here." 

"I don't want it," I stated. 

"Why not?" Paige asked, calm and collected. 

"I don't want to leave my friends behind." 

"You won't leave them behind. You're just taking some time for yourself until the baby's born, then you're safe to go back to them." She sighed. "Just try it for a few days, if you don't like it, you can go back but I assure you, this is better for you and the baby. Trust me." 

I lowered my head and bit back tears. 

"Leah, look at me." I hesitantly looked up. "You'll be just fine here." I couldn't help the tears escaping my eyes. Paige sighed sadly before wrapping her arms around me. She gently rubbed her hand up and down my back, somehow soothing my heartache. 

She pulled back from the hug and ran a hand over my head. "You're so strong, Leah, you have no idea." She dropped her hands before turning away so I could enter the room. I instantly rushed to the window and sat down on the windowsill, staring outside. I saw the tall buildings, the bright sun, the cars and the people on the streets. 

I was alone again. But this time it didn't feel as lonely as it did in the beginning. It was as if I had accepted Thomas wasn't coming anymore. I mean, it had been over seven months. It wouldn't be long until the baby was going to be born and they had become my top priority as opposed to constantly fighting against Wicked. 

I blew some hot air on the window and drew a tiny flower. "One day, you'll see flowers. I promise," I mumbled at my stomach. "I'll show you the sun, the grass, the trees. All of it." I smiled softly. 

I leaned my head against the wall behind me, closing my eyes for a second. 

I opened my eyes, the bright sun shining down on me. I looked down and found a young girl holding my hand. On the other side, Thomas's arm was wrapped around my waist while he gazed into the distance. I followed his gaze and saw the sea. Blue, foaming and stretched out until it touched the horizon. "Mommy?" the girl holding my hand said. 

"Yes, honey?" I asked with a smile. 

"Can I go play on the beach?" she asked and I nodded. 

"Of course, but be careful," I said. 

"I will." She let go of my hand and ran down the dune.

"She's amazing," Thomas said as he looked down at me. I nuzzled my body against his. 

"Yeah, she is. She looks so much like you, always looking for adventure," I smiled. He chuckled lowly and I felt his chest vibrate. Newt joined our daughter on the beach, helping her search for seashells. 

"Can you believe it's been six years since we defeated Wicked?" Thomas asked. I smiled. 

"It still feels like yesterday that I was separated from you," I said, wrapping my own arm around his waist. 

"The worst time of my life," Thomas agreed. 

A comfortable silence hung between the both of us as we watched our little girl play with Newt, Minho, and Brenda. The soft breeze made Thomas's dark hair flow softly and the small stubble accentuated his sharp jawline.

I closed my eyes as the sun broke through the clouds, shining down on us. I enjoyed the warmth radiating from the rays and a smile lingered on my lips. 

My eyes slowly opened and I instantly felt miserable again as I realized I was still with Wicked. I saw that the sun had set and a starry night sky hung above me. I looked over my shoulder and saw dinner had already been brought to me. I grabbed my plate and immediately sat down in front of the window again, enjoying the lights of the city.