Newt walks into the room hours later, his deep brown eyes finally clear once again. "Grievers will be coming soon. Clint and Jeff will take care of him in the Slammer."
You nod, the room going in and out of focus. You snap yourself back and the world swirls around you before going back to normal.
Clint and Jeff come into the room, untie Thomas, and carry his writhing body out.
In a stupor, you follow Newt to another room for the night and crash on the floor, instantly falling asleep.
* * *
The floor shakes beneath you and you jerk awake, your hands going to your weapons by instinct. You wait for the inevitable to come next, your entire being trembling uncontrollably.
An explosion of glass and wood booms downstairs, shaking the Homestead once again. Ear-splitting screams fill the air.
"Zart!" someone yells. Your heart sinks and you bow your head. It's hopeless. He may as well be dead.
Another explosion, and they're gone. Numb, you stare into space, unwilling to move a single muscle. You stay that way, time but a meaningless concept until Minho shakes your shoulder.
"Y/n,' he says, more tenderly than you've ever hear him. He kneels in front of you. "It's time to go."
You nod, forcing yourself to stand. In a daze, you pack your backpack and run into the Maze.
* * *
Two days later, you run back into the Glade, heading for the the Homestead to help Newt with Thomas when Chuck bursts through the door. His eyes are dancing and a grin covers his face.
"What--" you start.
'It's Thomas!" he says, his face somehow lighting up even more than before. "He's awake!"
"Really?" you pant, a hint of a smile touching your lips.
"Yeah," Chuck says. "And he says he wants a Gathering."
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The Cost of the Cure
FanfictionOne day, you wake up with no memories. You know two things: your name and the fact that you are terrified. You find yourself in a strange place called the Glade. Even though no one else remembers anything at all, you find it harder than ever to brea...
