Stars ➳ TMR, Thomas [1] ✓

Chapter {6}

I found myself faced with a wall that reached all the way up into darkness. As I looked down, I noticed it was an unbreakable barrier between me and whatever was on the other side. I let my hand slide across its surface, paralyzed, even without knowing why or how, by its glimmering material. In any side I looked, only thing visible was exactly that surface.

I scrunched my brows, trying to break through by ramming my shoulder into it, yet the wall remained still with only a few shakes of it's glimmer. I started walking faster, running as fast as I could, my footsteps marred by the endlessness of that hallway.

All until a voice rang as clear as a bell in my mind. "Help them..." And just like that it was all gone. As fast as it came it went away, leaving my ears open for the sounds of my surrounding.

"Come on, Aria, wake up." I heard a muffled voice from my right side. As if a heavy lift was over my eyes they refused to open at my command. Rigidly my body lay still, unmoving, strength sucked into an empty void of black space. Trying to move any muscle in my body, I wasted even more strength that I didn't posses, screaming inside of myself long wails of pain from lack of control. All to no avail; my eyes stayed shut closed, my body rigid and my mind blank.

Then like a dam has been broken I felt every part of my figure floating in mid air fill with strength and control, forcing my eyes open. Squinting, I observed the area I was in, cieling of wooden planks, a run-down countertop, white metrace behind me, stopping on a worriedly looking figure next to mine. "Th...Thomas?" The simple question rolled off my tongue, through the raspy voice and painful throat.

"Aria?" Questioning, he edged closer to me, standing over the slightly uncomfortable bed I was on. Worried look vanished, as a gazing expression replaced his previous look.

"Is she awake?" A familiar voice of my friend Nico ran over my ears, followed by a sound of opening doors and three footsteps of different intensities. Nico hurried and sat down, while Newt lagged behind him with Chuck.

"What happened?" I asked the four of them when they've all calmed down.

"Don't know buggin' why you passed out, but Tommy carried you here." Newt explained, making me scrunch my eyebrows, but quickly disregard my previous action, and give Thomas a small, grateful smile. He nodded, blushing discretely and turning away from me in shame of the blush he coudn't control.

"How long was I out?" I asked.

"A day," Nico started. "It doesn't matter though, it matters that you're awake now." He couldn't keep his smile away.

"Wh...what?" I stuttered, somehow managed to ignore Nico's contagious smile.

"Guys I think someone is waiting for answers." Chuck stressed out, returning from his position by the window, staring at us a fixed expression over his face.

"You mean Gladers?" Thomas asked. "This isn't supposed to be such a big deal."

"Doesn't matter, let's go." I swung my legs over the side of the bed, nearly stumbling to the floor as they felt like jello being pushed with a fork. And I would fall over, if Thomas hasn't caught me, leaning me over his shoulder. Nico strayed a little bit, his hand hovering in the air near me like he was checking if I'd be alright. Giving him a straight nod, he joined Newt and Chuck at the front.

As we neared the exit of Med House, Thomas parted a few inches away from me, letting me walk slowly but wobble slightly. "Need help?" He whispered into my ear, his hand grasping my arm, helping me stop wobbling on my legs.

"Thanks." I responded, just as Chuck pushed open the door of Homestead, crowds of boys swarming us with question after question.

"What happened?" One voice, relatively close to us asked.