Trenda • The Maze Runner

Chapter 6

Song:  Ghosts by Gabrielle Aplin

THOMAS POV

I see Brenda fall and break into a sprint. "Brenda!" I scream surely waking the other munies. I fall on my knees and check for a heart beat and make sure she is breathing.  I can feel a beat, faint but there. I pick her up bridal style and carry her with a slight jog to the med jacks tent.

I am soon joined by Minho who is asking a million questions at once. "just help me!" I yell as he runs faster for the med jack tent. I can't carry her any longer with our crying. I feel hot tears well up and don't know how to respond but to run faster. I finally reach the tent to be greeted by Minho and the medjacks. They have prepared a bed and begin to prepare syringes full of strange liquids. "What is that?!" I yell while crushing a poor med jack's hand. I am then pulled back by Minho. He begins to drag me out of the tent but I see a med jack with another syringe injecting it in Brenda's arm. I can't help but run for the bed trying to hold onto anything to stay by Brenda's side, to protect her.

By now I am hysterical and can't help but cry and scream. I am pushing and shoving anyone who dares to touch her. I am throwing punches until I finally reach her and grab her hand. I kneel down and just cry and scream. She was my hope. My humanity. Before i can think of amy other horrible thoughts, I am met by a hand grabbing my shoulder, I turn only to feel a sharp pain go through my cheek. And that's when I blacked out.

BRENDA POV

*unconicous dream/flashback*

I am walking through the scorch. It is hot, very hot. I must be sun burned because my body aches all over with a slight sting. I see a figure appear. A boy. My age. Brown hair. Thomas. Its Thomas. Thomas, my friend, my protecter, my humanity. I begin to run towards him but only to be cut off by a bolt of lightning. I hit the ground and see thomas running towards me. I can't move but I can see, hear, and feel. I feel his arms hold me as I am carried. Where? I have no clue. I begin to move my hand but it is slowly cut off by a sharp pain in my arm. I can't move, I can't hear, and I can't think. All I remember is his name dancing across my lips.....T-Thomas.