SHE FELT LIKE THE LONE SURVIVOR, ONE THAT HAD LIVED TO TELL THE TALE ABOUT HOW THE WORLD HAD COME TO AN END. THE TALE OF A STORY WITH MEMORIES THAT HAD BEEN ERASED FROM HER EXISTENCE
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the maze runner - the death cure...
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Alby struggled against the restraints wrapped around his arms and ankles, fever burning his skin no matter what the Med-Jacks had tried to do to suppress it, trembling and whimpering from the pain that was rushing through his body, the memories rushing back to the surface of his mind.
The seventeen year old sat on a stool; feet pulled up to her chest and back against the thin wall made of tree branches, hands pressed against her lips in distress at the sight of her friend's suffering that she could do nothing about. Despite her past with George, and Ben only resisting their hold, she didn't mind sitting there as he was restrained for the boy was too far under in pain he had not spoken a word or opened his eyes, he only withered in agony. In fact she wanted to tell him she was right there, how he would be alright, try to get the fever down by putting a cloth on his forehead but feared to even make a sound to announce her presence imagine the risk to come near him.
And her silence was disrupted at the noise of three boys entering the shack, moving past the room without taking a look into the room, if she were did not take notice of Thomas. And she heard Newt question Jeff what had been happening, what the matter was with her and why she had yet to gain consciousness again. Elizabeth listened to the conversation from where she sat, turning her head on her knees to look into the small corridor to the room the girl had laid in, staring at the backs of the three boys.
"Do you recognize her?" And she heard the boy tell him no, eyes set on him upon his answer of the girl not being known by his brain, when the girl in fact had said his name and had been the only thing that ensured she was alive. "Really? Because she seemed to recognize you."
She heard the brunette mention the note that had come up with Teresa, and she could not blame him for worrying when others as Newt's precise words opted to worry about it later, a later that may not be of used once it was too late to care about its meanings. "I think you should worry about it now. I mean why sent up a girl in the first place and end it with one too."
"I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that." Elizabeth stared at Alby as she spoke, the three boys turning to find the seventeen year seated only meters from where they stood with Jeff and Clint's consent.
