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I don't own the Maze Runner Series
Thomas' POV.
Mary's POV.
We made a lot of progress with the last injection we gave him. There were not that many complications and his Killzone appeared to respond well. The hallucinations were still very persistent and he had been paranoid and wary, but he still hadn't passed the Gone yet, and perhaps he won't at all. His fever had been getting better and he was clearly feeling less sick than before. A breakthrough, if you ask me. We may not have cured the Flare but we did stop it from getting worse. The damage Professor Bullock inflicted on his mind is another story, of course, but what could I have done to stop him? It wouldn't be the first time he got angry at a co-worker and things didn't end well then. If I want to stay safe at work I need to stay out of his business, no matter how much I hate what he does.
Newt has been the most unique patient I ever had to take care of. He was more kindhearted than the others, didn't fight as much and never tried to harm me in any way. I like spending time with him, at first he didn't trust me, but after a couple of visits he seemed to like spending time with me, too. Whether that is because he likes me as a person or because I am the only one around this place who won't hurt him, I don't know. But I think we did become friends in a way.
I am at my locker at the exit. I have to catch the Berg to go home before it leaves without me. My heels are hurting my feet after a long day of work and I am looking forward to the comfort of my sofa. I do feel a bit guilty for having such a luxurious home, safe from the Cranks and the Flare. But of course, not everybody can be as lucky as I have been. With a content sigh I close the locker and head outside, putting on my long pastel blue coat whilst I'm walking. It has been a long day.
Minho's POV.
Thomas has grabbed hold on Newt's wrist, pulling him along back to where we came from. We are running again, Frypan in the front and I'm in the back. I can see that Newt is having trouble with the fast pace in which we are moving, but every time he stumbles Thomas is there to pull him up again. His limp is worse than ever, but that was to be expected after lying still for a couple of days. I can't imagine how much it must hurt. He once told me that the pain never really disappeared after our Med-Jacks tried to set the bones back in place. He always refused to have them check up on him again, though, said it was no big deal. But I could see that it was, and that it was bothering him.
"Tommy- please just grab my hand instead!" Newt cries. Upon seeing Thomas' surprised expression he continues. "Your nails... They are tearing at them, It's bleeding."
"Shit, I'm sorry!" Thomas pants, moving his hand to interlock with Newt's.
We round a few corners, and I wonder how long we have before Sly Guy returns to Newt's room. Surely he'll set off the alarm again, send guards after us.
"Faster!" I call to my friends in front of me.
We run and run and the way back seems to be so much shorter than before. We run straight to the room with the broken window, having memorized every turn we need to take. Once we arrive there we get in quickly, and I press my back to the closed door. Now all we have to do is get out.
"You two go first, then I can push Newt through and you can catch him. There's no way he'll be able to do this on his own." I say.
Newt stares at the little window, a bit worried it seems. Then he frowns, and bites down on his lower lip. "How far do we have to run once we're out there?"
"It won't be long. As soon as we're out of reach of the searchlights we can slow down a bit, I suppose. But we have to keep moving until we find shelter." Frypan says. "Don't worry, we'll keep an eye on you."
A/N:
Hello me hearties,
Please allow me to vent my emotions here, because I completely fucked up the other day.
I was like, completely bloody done with this chapter.
I actually took some precious time to write it all down and got to a good word count, and then I went to save the thing.
And I wanted to do that so I could update this story.
AND THEN MY LAPTOP THREW ME OUT!
It was all like- 'Sorry, you need to log in again. Your beautiful Oscar-worthy chapter has not been saved. Have a good day.'
Well. I couldn't bring myself to do it all over again for a long while, but here we are again.
I know it is not as good as the last time I wrote the damn thing, but I felt like I had to upload at least something.
I would like to thank myself for not giving up and being strong at a time like this.
Peace out.
Love,
DustyBooks
