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Surprise Ambush

Sitting in the backseat of the mini-truck, Bertha, I was delighted to know we didn't have to walk. Jorge smirked at us from the front, a glint shining in his eye as he carried on driving us up the mountains. The scenery whipped by, blue skies and large grey rocks, muddled into a murky blur. Sighing, I felt pain jolt through me, an excruciating shock. I shifted, biting my lip to hold back the cry I wanted to desperately release. Thomas slipped his hand into mine, squeezing it slightly. I placed my heavy head on his shoulder, warmth spreading through me as he rested his upon mine. Despite the pain, I smiled, not moving for the rest of the journey. 

••••

Creaking to a stop, the engine died down, our road blocked by rusted vehicles. 

"Guess we're on foot now", Lydia commented. 

Groaning, everyone jumped out, an echo of doors slamming. Body aching, even walking was a big effort yet I still attempted to cover it up. Stretching, Scott met my gaze, his face flashing with decisions. Strolling over, worry filled me, mind instantly knowing what we were going to talk about. 

"How are you?", he asked, "you know after the-".

"I'm fine", I answered quickly. 

The boy chuckled, boots crunching as we followed the group. 

"What's so funny?", I raised a brow. 

"Nothing, nothing", he shook his head, a small smirk on his mouth, "it's just... I know you're lying". 

 I scoffed, folding my arms, "oh, really?".

He shrugged, "Yup, your heart skipped a beat, plus... ", his expression fell serious, "... I can smell the infection all over you". 

"Shit", I cursed under my breath. 

"Who else knows?"

"Thomas and you, that's it", I replied, "I don't want anyone else to know".

"Why not? They're your friends", his brows creased.

"They've got enough to worry about". 

"Y/N, they care about you, you know they would help". 

"It doesn't matter", I started getting annoyed.

"Yes it does, how would Allison react? knowing that you're infected and she couldn't help", he pressed, "Newt, Minho, Fry-". 

"Look, Scott, I understand what you're trying to say but... I know what I'm doing", I walked ahead leaving him slightly behind. 

"You're already losing your mind", he spoke, my legs going stiff, "back at the club, you... you called Thomas, Stiles". 

"So, what? I used to know him before the maze, as Stiles", I said. 

"Exactly, you used too, that's what the Flare does, Y/N", he reasoned, "messes around with your brain, triggers old things. It effects you more than you think. Have you recently had a dream that was actually a memory?".  

I opened my mouth to reply, falling quiet when I had nothing to respond with. 

"You have, haven't you?", his expression filled with care. 

Pinging, the sound of a bullet hitting metal made me duck, Scott dragging me down behind a rusted truck. Thomas and Jorge skidded down next to us, eyes wide with shock. The brunette boy scanned over me, holding my face gently. 

"I'm fine, Thomas, I'm fine", I whispered, "you okay?". 

"Yeah, yeah", he breathed, relaxing.