Trenda • The Maze Runner

Chapter 8

Song: Immortals by fall out boy

BRENDA POV

*3 days later*

I have been out for three days, or at least that's what the medjacks said. I haven't seen Thomas, or Minho.  I miss Thomas a lot, I haven't even seen or heard from him. I turn to face the wall to my right when I notice a notebook on the nightstand. I pick it up.

Subject: Brenda
Gender: Female
Injuries: punctured back
Cause: unknown
Treatment: unknown
We are trying to find what has happened to Brenda. Although, now we have two patients with similar symptoms, it will be easier to identify the cause. So far she has been running a fever and been unconscious but other than that,  nothing out of the ordinary.

I read the journal entry more to make sure I didn't miss anything. There is another person like me? We both have it? Who? When will I meet them? Do I know them? So many questions but no answers. I keep reading.

Subject: Frypan
Gender: Male
Injuries: small cut
Cause: being a butcher (a bad one too)
Frypan recieved a small cut from cutting the meat for the stew. Will need a band aid or small amount of gauze.

Wow Frypan. Wow. You had one job.

I flip the page and continue:

Subject: Thomas
Gender: Male
Injuries: punctured back, bruised jaw, and passing out frequently
Cause: unknown
We don't know what happened to Thomas. He has a fever. He is in Minho's medjack station working with a few others. He has experienced seizure, punch to face, frequent fainting, and small spasms. Symptoms are similar to other subject. We will run tests soon.

I want to cry but don't feel the energy. Thomas. Its Thomas. I got him sick, or did he get me sick? Is this why they seperated us? I'm can't help but throw up. I vomit over the edge of the bed. A medjack walks in so I throw the journal back on the nightstand. "she's awake! Are you okay Brenda?" The medjack asks. "Yeah, just got nauseous" I lie. "Well at least your responsive", he says with a sigh of relief. "How's Thomas?" I ask quietly. "Thomas? You know?" He asks suspiciously. "Yeah, I heard it somewhere" I say looking down. "He has been passing out every few hours, we can't even get his fever to drop. He has been asking for you though." He says as he gets a glass of water. "When can I see him?" I ask. "I don't know. Maybe when he is stable?" He says. "Can I see him now?". He thinks for a long time, "Ill ask Minho" is all I get as an answer. Before I can argue I quickly fade out...again.