Life after the cure; a Thomesa fanfic❤️

Chapter 2

When he opened his eyes, the world was all white. The room was completely strange to him, that is if he could call it a room. Smelling strongly of antiseptic, covered in white beds and sheets, it had more of a tent like quality to it. Looking down at his own body, he saw he was dressed in clean T-shirt and trousers, his hair felt clean too. Hell he wasn't even stinking which was not usual for him.

As he tried to sit up, a sudden heavy pain in his abdomen caused him to gasp out loud. Pulling up his shirt, he saw large square bandages placed flat on his stomach, with a spot of blood already staining them. And that was it. Seeing that, bought on last day's events flooding back to him like an unavoidable storm. Everything that had happened, losing him, then her, then jumping on that Berg as he passed out like the dead, until now when he opened his eyes. And suddenly the silent white tent (medjack's tent he assumed) seemed suffocating to him and he had to get out.

Throwing the sheets off him, he slipped into a pair if sneakers someone had placed beside his bed and tiptoed out. As he stepped out into the bright light if the day, his breath was caught away for an instant. From three sides he was enclosed in an evergreen sea of mountains and hilltops. Right in front if him was a crystal blue sea, winding its way all over the mountains, curling around the place. The air smelt salty and had a minty freshness and purity to it -the kind of air he had not breathed in for a long long time.

It was then that he noticed the sounds if cheering and celebration emancipating from the great hall. He slowly limped his way over to there. The sight awaiting him almost made him smile. The strong scent of what could only be Frypan's excellent culinary skills wafted into his nostrils. But somehow, his appetite wasn't just up. Everyone; that is Minho, Gally, Jorge, Brenda, Vince, Frypan, Aris, Sonya, Harriet and remaining gladers, group B and right arm members were laughing, toasting, celebrating.

It was when he entered the room that everyone fell silent. They almost stared at him in awe, like he was some god or someone coming back from the dead. Nobody moved a muscle, until Minho stepped towards him. Without a word, the former runner engulfed him in a hug. Thomas hugged him back, feeling with every inch if his body grateful to see one of his oldest friends alive and well again. At least the rescue mission had achieved it's original purpose -getting Minho back alive. When he pulled back, Minho's trademark smirk was missing. He didn't need to use words for Thomas to know the sorrow they had shared and the horrors that had endured was something they'd carry for the rest of their lives. Instead all Minho said was "you feeling better man? Or does it still hurt cuz you were passed out for three days straight". So it had been three days since.....everything. "Yeah its sort of healing", Thomas lied.

"Come have breakfast you must be starving", Minho gently nudged him towards the large wooden dining table. If this was any other day, in any other life, he, Thomas would happily devour the delicious food, laugh around, and just enjoy the company of the people he had grown to call his family. But today the ache in his heart was too strong,too fresh and raw to feel elated about being alive and safe.

After forcing down a few bites of toast, he couldn't eat more, so he quietly slipped out of the dining hall. Finding an isolated spot on a low hill ridge as high as he could manage, overlooking the sea, he finally allowed his mind to play over the events and faces he had been trying so hard to repress. But there they were again; like ancient phantoms, floating around him....Newt's echoes of "please Tommy, please" suddenly reverberated in his head, as he begged his best friend to kill him, end his misery for once and all. Because that was Newt. He'd rather die before he slowly lost his sanity, turned into someone unrecognizable to all who knew him -a monster. A part of him wondered what had happened to Newt's body after they'd left, somehow the not knowing made it worse.

His thoughts then suddenly drifted to Chuck. It was something he avoided thinking of too much, which was easy when he was fighting for survival in the scorch or last city, but not now. He could almost picture his baby face, chubby red cheeks, curly hair, the way he had loved Thomas like an older brother, and vice versa. It dug a hole in his chest so deep, whenever he thought about how he'd failed the boy. He had promised him to take him home, to his parents, and while his parents were no more, the part of his promise to give Chuck a home like this place remained unfulfilled. It was a broken promise he'd never forgive himself for.

Then of course there was her. He couldn't think about her name, as if saying it out loud might make her loss all the more real. But the worst part about losing her was that she did not want to be saved. She didn't consider herself worthy of it. He had seen that look in her eyes before the building collapsed. That look of acceptance in her eyes haunted him, and even more so was that calm, reassuring smile she gave him as his world was falling apart. She seemed more than happy to let go. It was a vision he'd never forget.

Without warning tears of rage filled his eyes, as he looked up to the sky and yelled out to the fates or whoever put him through this, "GODDAMMIT IT'S NOT FAIR!!". He kicked some loose pebbles in front of him and as they tumbled over the edge if the cliff, he had a sudden crazy impulse. He wanted to jump off the nearest cliff and into the water below. At least he would be reunited with all of them, he'd see her again. His pain would go away. And that didn't sound like that bad a deal.

Just as he was tensing himself to sprint off to the edge, a hand firmly caught his waist. Another voice yelled out "YOU SLINTHEAD HAVE YOU COMPLETELY LOST YOUR MARBLES?" Turing around, he saw a grim faced Gally firmly holding him down even as he struggled to get free and Minho was just agitatedly yelling at him to stop. It was then he was knocked back to his senses. Breathing heavily through his throbbing abdomen thanks to the stunt he'd tried to pull off, he painfully, slowly lowered himself to the ground, and closed his eyes in defeat, wishing he could wake up from this terrible, terrible nightmare.

A/N I know I promised you guys a chapter by the weekend but college tests and other stuff came up. I'm really sorry but I hope the long chapter makes up for it.😊😊 Next update will be sooner I promise.