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Final Decision

[3rd person]

"Hello Thomas", Mary smiled.

"You... you know me?", the boy's voice cracked, Y/N's hands shaking in his.

"Interesting", she murmured, walking over to the couple, "no wonder they put you in the maze. I'm amazed you're still alive, after what you did".

"What? What I did?", confusion was clear in his features.

The woman sighed, checking the girl's pulse, "the last time we spoke, you said you couldn't take it anymore, watching your friends suffer"

Minho shared a look with Newt and Frypan, eyebrows drawn.

"It was after Y/N had her memory wiped you contacted us. You said it was the last time you'd see someone get hurt in that place. So, you gave us the co-ordinates of every wicked lab, compound and trial".

"He was our source", Vince said in amazement.

"We wouldn't have been able to pull all of this off without him", she stated, voice slightly cracking.

Teresa stared at the boy, something clicking and working inside of her brain yet she stayed silent, disbelief in her eyes and an almost... disapproving glare.

Mary sniffed, getting to her feet, "Harrison, Tom, take the poor girl to the tent, I'll be there in a minute and get these guys some warm clothes".

A brunette and a blonde carefully picked the sick girl up, her consciousness lost, Thomas watching the boys' every move with her.

"I thought she was immune", Newt spoke, catching a quick tear, Minho placing a hand onto his shoulder,  "I never noticed...".

"Don't worry for your friend, from what I know, she's stronger than she thinks", Mary smiled gently, "I'll come back with any news later".

She took Thomas by the arms softly, leading him towards the tent Y/N would be treated at, leaving the others behind, their hearts sinking. They all hoped that whatever the doctor had in mind it would help Y/N, they can't lose another friend.

••••

Laying down on a camping bed, the girl had quick breaths, goosebumps pricking her skin. A man sat at her side, dabbing her forehead with a wet cloth, sorrow deep within his features. The fabric of the tent peeled back, sunlight washing over the pair as Thomas and Mary joined him. The boy stared at Y/N with watery eyes, blaming himself for letting things get this bad. 

"Thank you, Derek", the doctor spoke, making her way over to her medical supplies. 

"Of course", he smiled, standing up, "Hello Thomas".   

"Wait... you're Derek?", Thomas spoke, eyebrows furrowed, "Scott said you went missing like a month ago-". 

"You met Scott?", Derek's face lit up.  

"Yeah, he's outside with the rest of the pack", the brunette informed. 

The wolf jumped from his seat, "Mary...".

"Go, reunite with your friends, you deserve it", the woman beamed.

"Thank you", he walked to the door, turning around one last time, "let me know how she is".

"We will", Thomas responded.

Giving him a short nod, Derek ran to find his pack. 

Mary sighed, gathering her medical supplies, "He's been great, especially when we lost people to Wicked when we fought back for the first time because, in the beginning... we lost. All we knew was that the younger you were the higher your chances"

"You worked for wicked?", he questioned, taking a seat and scoping Y/N's hand in his. 

The woman stopped her actions, giving a quick answer, "a long time ago", before walking over to Thomas, "do you mind if I take some blood?". 

"If it helps her, I'll do anything", he pulled the sleeve of his jacket up.

Mary lightly chuckled, drawing some blood into a needle and placing a piece of cotton wool over the tiny cut, returning back to her station. 

 "Wicked had the best intentions to find a cure, it's clear you kids we're the key because you were immune but... why?", she mixed several liquids together, the solution turning blue.

Peeking between the small gap of the tent entrance, Teresa went unnoticed, curiosity getting the better of her. All she wanted to know is how it all worked, how a cure could be formed, she felt like it was her mission. 

"Eventually, we found an answer", Mary continued, "the enzyme produced by the brain of the immune, when separated from the bloodstream can produce an agent to slow the spread of the virus".

"So, you found a cure?", Thomas looked over his shoulder. 

"Not exactly", the doctor shook her head, pulling the liquid into a fresh needle, "the enzyme can't be manufactured only harvested from the immune, the young, and Wicked wouldn't hesitate to sacrifice a whole generation for it".

Teresa slipped her hand into her pocket as she left her eavesdropping, grasping a rectangular object, her final decision made. She knew what was right and she wasn't going to back down from it, even if it did label her a betrayer. 

Crouching down next to Y/N, Mary delicately inserted the medicine, making the girl gasp in relief and let her breathing return to normal.  Thomas felt on edge, desperately hoping that this would work. 

"How long will this keep her?", he quizzed.

"A few months, maybe, it's different for everyone", the adult responded, getting back up and cleaning things away, "but that's the catch, isn't it? She'll always need more".

'Then she can have it', the boy thought. 

"I'm gonna go talk to the others, let them know she's been treated", she spoke, peeling her gloves off and disposing of them, "you should rest". 

"Thanks", the boy smiled, watching as she grabbed her coat.

"Thomas?", her voice turned serious, "you know... you know she can't come with us, right?"

His heart skipped a beat, his vision resting on the girls face as he avoided the doctors eyes, gripping onto her hand tighter. 

"I'm sorry", Mary apologized, slipping through the tent. 

The glader took a deep breath in, knowing his head was too muddled. Getting up, he gently kissed Y/N on the forehead, trying not to disturb her peaceful sleep. One thing is for sure, he would never leave her behind.