TMR - Thomas x X-reader fanfiction

Chapter Eight

A/N: Trigger warning. There is mentioning of cuts and blood during the first Y/N's POV and Thomas' POV (NOT self-inflicted!) so if any reader should find this triggering please skip the first Y/N's POV and Thomas' POV. Only the last part (the last Y/N's POV) of the chapter is relevant for the continuation of this story. Afterall, I want all my lovely readers to be safe <3 

Y/N's POV

I woke with a scream, the sound tearing from my throat as pain shot through me like a wildfire. My veins felt like they were on fire, and my head throbbed with an intensity that blurred my vision.

My hands trembled as I looked down, the sight of blood staining them making my stomach churn. It coated my arms and pooled beneath me, the metallic scent filling the stale air.

I gasped for breath, but it felt like I was drowning, the air too thick to fill my lungs. The memories hit me like a blow—Randall, the chair, the drill. This wasn't a vision.

It was real.

"Y/N!" Thomas' voice rang out, frantic and sharp.

I turned toward him as he rushed into the room, but he froze the moment his eyes landed on me. Horror was etched into his face, his eyes wide as they took in the blood, the cuts, the mess I had become.

"Thomas," I managed to croak, my voice breaking as tears spilled down my cheeks.

"Y/N!" Minho and Newt's voices followed, but like Thomas, they stopped dead when they saw me.

The pain surged again, a fresh wave that left me crying out as I clutched my head. My ears rang, and the world tilted dangerously.

Thomas snapped out of his shock and ran to me, his arms wrapping around me as if he could hold me together. His hands pressed against the worst of the bleeding, desperate to stem the flow.

"Y/N, stay with me," he pleaded, his voice breaking.

Thomas' POV

Her scream had shattered the silence, and I had bolted toward her without a second thought.

But nothing could have prepared me for what I saw.

She was covered in blood—her head, her arms, her hands. Cuts crisscrossed her skin, and her eyes were wild with fear.

"Y/N..." The word barely escaped me as I rushed to her side.

She clutched her head, crying out in pain as I pulled her into my arms. Blood seeped through my fingers as I tried to stop it, but I didn't know where to start.

Minho crouched beside us, his face pale but focused. "Thomas, look."

He pointed at her head, and my heart plummeted.

There, on the side of her skull, was a small hole, like someone had driven a drill in the side of her head.

"NEWT!" I shouted, my voice trembling.

Newt stepped closer, his expression grim as he examined the wound. "It's... it's a hole," he said, his voice tinged with disbelief.

"What?" Minho said, his brow furrowed. He grabbed a piece of cloth and began wrapping it tightly around her arm.

"What are you doing?" Y/N mumbled weakly.

"Making sure you don't bleed out," Minho said, his tone clipped.

"Since when did you become a med-jack?" she asked, her voice shaky but laced with faint sarcasm.

Her pain seemed to ease slightly, and her body relaxed in my arms. I let out a breath I hadn't realized I was holding, a small, relieved laugh escaping me.

"What are you laughing at?" she asked, looking up at me with tired but serious eyes.

I didn't answer, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to her forehead instead.

Y/N's POV

"What happened?" Newt asked, his voice soft but heavy with concern.

I sighed, the memories crashing down on me. "I woke up... in what I think is a new sector of the maze. I walked around, trying to figure out why I keep ending up there. Then I heard voices."

I glanced at the three of them, their eyes fixed on me. "Two men were talking. One of them was the same one I saw before—the ratman."

Minho snorted. "Ratman?"

"Janson," I corrected, "but ratman fits."

Newt chuckled, trying to hide his amusement. "Sorry," he said, his tone apologetic.

"It's fine," I said with a weak smile. "They were arguing about me. Janson told the other man, Randall, to 'take care of me properly this time.'"

"What does that mean?" Minho asked, his brow furrowed.

"I don't know," I admitted. "Randall dragged me to a room filled with machines. He strapped me to a chair and said he was going to do something he hadn't done in years."

The words stuck in my throat as tears began to fall. Minho placed a comforting arm around me, his presence grounding.

"Then what happened?" Newt asked, pain evident in his eyes.

"I don't know," I said, my voice trembling. "The last thing I remember is him turning on a drill and the pain..."

"Is that all?" Thomas asked, his voice tight with emotion.

I hesitated. "He mentioned a name. Stephen. Apparently, he did this to him, too."

The room fell silent as the name hung heavy in the air.

Thomas stiffened, his body tensing beneath me. When I looked up, his eyes had turned completely black.

"THOMAS!" I screamed, panic surging through me.

Newt grabbed my arms, pulling me back. "Y/N, wait!" he said firmly. "It's the same thing that happens to you when you have a vision. We just need to wait."

I buried my face in Newt's shirt, tears streaming as I clung to him. "It's going to be okay," he murmured, his hand running soothingly down my back.

His words were steady, but the weight of what had happened hung between us all.