A/N: I saw the Scorch trials on Saturday 3rd. Awesome movie, but it didn't really follow the book. Loved how Newt calls Thomas "Tommy" a lot more, but I know I'm going to cry when Newt dies in the third one. Got this whole story idea from the pictures in the trailer of the scorch trials, of the not so lucky Gladers hanging for the wall with tubes in their head's. But for totally different reasons then in the movie, obviously.

The perspectives change in this story a lot, so sometimes they'll be third person, and sometimes they'll be first, ect. Just to let you know. And thanks for the amazing reviews, favorites, and follows! I love you guys!

Last A/N: Please read and review my other Maze Runner stories, they are good and I'm sad as there aren't very many views or reviews. I have a least three coming soon! Check them out!

When Newt woke up next, he understood why he was there. He screwed up his face, trying to remember more than just that little snippet of info, but that was it. He sighed heavily.

"What the bloody hell have I got myself into?"

He looked around in shock. Everyone was gone. Straps and wires hung limp from the wall, an eerie silence filling the room.

They were gone. All of them. He was alone.

Or at least, that's what he thought. Until he saw Thomas.

Wait, Tommy? Tommy was there? Sure enough there he was, and were those…tear tracks on his cheeks?" Newt felt his heart stop. Tommy had been awake? The tear tracks were obviously fresh, maybe, twenty minutes ago?

WICKED did this. They were still in the huge mess their life's had become. He had no idea where his other friends were, and Tommy had been crying.

He just stood/hung there, staring blankly at the walls. His brain stopped working. He lost track of time, of his surroundings.

Vaguely he was aware of nurses and doctors coming in and taking the tubes and wires out of his arms. He was taken off the wall and wheeled out of the room in a wheel chair. He stayed limp, didn't put up a fight. He was done. With all of it.

(Thomas's POV) (Before Newt woke up)

I woke up with a groan, my head pounding. I was confused. Wasn't I just in paradise?

I was tied to a wall, needles and tubes everywhere. Nobody was there except for me and …. Newt.

Newt? What the shuck?

I struggled against the restraints. Something inside me snapped. That's when the screaming began.

It started off quietly, then got progressively louder until I was screaming myself raw in hysteria. I repeatedly screamed Newts name, trying to get to him, trying to apologize.

Tears poured down my face, world getting blurry as I started hyperventilating. The heart monitor was beeping franticly, trying to keep up with my heart.

Everything was going slow motion, and it didn't really feel like I was in my body.

Nobody came. Newt didn't wake up.

I was left alone screaming, until I passed out from the lack of oxygen.

"Heart rate rising."

That was the first thing he heard. Everything was far away and he wanted to die.

"Blood pressure and breathing rising."

A metal box surrounded him, keeping him prisoner.

He kicked and punched it, throwing his weight at it. Nothing worked. He screamed in frustration, and kicked the wall again. WICKED would't let him die. They won't even let him do one shucking thing.

He stopped fighting and went limp.

There's no point trying.

"Heart rate lowering."

No shucking point.

"Blood pressure and breathing stabilizing."

He knew he would be awake any second.

He floated in the warm darkness, waiting.

"Get ready guys, he's waking up."

Gasp! Thomas shot to a sitting position, gasping heavily. Arms pushed him back down and he struggled wildly.

He was on a clean white bed, not hanging from the wall like earlier.

"Calm down A2," a doctor said, but Thomas couldn't see him.

"You need to calm down, we're not going to hurt you."

No, no, no, no, I won't let you have me, I'm done, I'm done…

His breaths started getting shallower and quicker as he started hyperventilating again.

"I need some help here!" The doctor yelled.

Panicked voices were all around him, mixed with profanities.

"Someone get A5!"

Thomas's eyelids fluttered. Finally, he was dying. It was what he wanted.

"Tommy?"

Gentle hands grabbed the sides of his face, forcing him to look at the speaker. The frantic beeping slowed.

"Hey, hey, hey, calm down shank. It'll be okay."

His eyes opened fully.

Thomas grabbed the newcomer's arms.

"D-don't l-leave," he rasped, desperation filling his voice.

"I'm not leaving you, Tommy."

The owner of the voice pulled Thomas into a sitting position, supporting him so he wouldn't fall.

He pressed a glass into Thomas's hands and Thomas took it gratefully, his hands shaking as he put it to his lips.

It was water. Lovely, cool, water.

He gulped it down.

"N-newt?" Thomas asked, tripping over the words as loss and pain ripped through him.

"Yeah, it's me Tommy." There was a smile in the voice as he put his hand in Thomas's and squeezed.

"Y-you're dead." As he said it, tears started rolling down his cheeks.

"Shhhhhhhhh," the voice soothed. "No Tommy, I'm not, I'm right here."

"My friend Newt is dead. I shot him, it was my fault," tears started trickling down Thomas's face.

The voice was pained now, trying to hold back tears of his own.

"I'm so sorry Tommy. I'm so, so sorry," The last part ended in a whisper.

Thomas felt himself being lifted, being cradled in someone's arms.

Newt carried him to another room clean, white room, with bars on each side of the bed to stop him from rolling off.

He felt his eyes dropping from the strain of being awake and trying to understand everything.

He felt himself being set down on the bed, and he closed his eyes, exhausted.

He heard one last thing before he drifted off.

I'm going to spend every day trying to make it up to you."

Then he fell asleep.

A/N: So, how was that? Did you like that I used Thomas's POV as well as Newt's? Leave a comment!

Also, I think I want to change my username, because The Outsiders isn't my favorite book anymore. Do you think I should change it? What should the new one be? My favorite book series in The Maze Runner, and I love book, writing, and music. Preferably I don't want a username to do with music though. Ideas?