OH MY GRIEVERS! I'm so sorry for not updating more! But... I'M BACK! Again... :P So, sorry for the short chapter, I was rushing to get it out for you guys! D: But here it is, Chapter... 8?

Chapter 8: Hospital Rooms

Thomas' POV

I had rushed to the hospital as quick as I could. You can't trust Aris! Come on! "Shank, stop pacing!" Minho called, taking me out of my thoughts. "I'm going to kill him!" I darted through the hall way full of doors as Minho, Newt and Chuck called me from behind. "Tommy, don't be stupid!" I continued running until I found Aris' room. I pushed the door open, and before he could react and I jumped ontop of him, pinned him down and dug my nails into his throat. I heard him yelling, but it was muffled by being in the choking position. I dug my fingers in deeper, and started yelling at him. "YOU IDIOT!" I repeated, over and over, although I forgot who I was yelling at, him or myself. I finally let go when I felt some one pull me off of him. Aris started gasping for air and I just glared at him. "What the hell, Thomas!" Minho whacked me behind my head. "Ow!" I exclaimed. "What are you people doing in here!?" Aris asked, still out of breath. I didn't answer, instead asked my own question. "Where's Teresa's room?" He laughed. "I'd tell you but you tried to choke me." He replied, rubbing his neck. "TELL ME!" I was ready to jump at him, but Newt pulled me back. "Come on, Tommy, you're making this situation worse. Hurting more than helping." I looked back at Aris. "Room 707."