There was a moment before Minho's eyes settled on Thomas
"Woah!" he jerked backward, removing his hand from the bed as if it had burnt him, he may have fallen on the floor if the makeshift chair hadn't had a back to it.
"You're awake!" the Runner exclaimed taking in a deep breath he smiled "Well that's good that"
Thomas pulled the blankets away from his body and moved to the edge of the bed
"Hey you think that's such a good idea?" a helping hand assisted him despite the comment
"Yeah I'm okay, Thankyou"
"You were out for a long time you know"
Thomas nodded making his way to the door now, he had to tell everyone about what he had seen. If he was correct the Creators wanted him dead, they wanted to continue their experiments weeding out the candidates and they would gain control soon enough. Everyone was in danger.
"We need to have a Gathering"
The Runners came down the stairs without a word spoken by either, Thomas hadn't forgotten that he hadn't mentioned the strange incident before. Did Minho really hear him? No, that was a ridiculous idea.
After a moment standing at the end of the stairs it occurred to them that they hadn't heard one noise that hadn't been caused by them. "Where is everyone?" Thomas pulled at his sleeves absently listening carefully for any familiar sound of the Gladers, "Maybe they're outside?" Minho met his eyes "You're probably right"
The Homestead door swung open and the house flooded with the sunlight of the Glade, the silent Glade.
They stood in the middle of the empty Glade now no one in sight
"Where is everyone?" Minho circled himself searching desperately "This isn't funny guys!"
Thomas just stood still somehow he felt that they had gone. He could feel it; the emptiness they were gone from the Glade.
But not all.
"They're gone Minho."
"No that's stupid that is Greenie!"
"Minho stop" Thomas placed a hand on Minho's shoulder to stop him from moving
"We should look around, but we should stick together God forbid we lose each other too"
Minho closed his mouth "Okay"
They ran together to the farm; Empty not even one animal, then to the Map Room; Empty, Everything empty.
Minho stopped hands braced on his knees to catch his breath, "They really are gone" there was an emptiness in his voice.
Thomas!
Thomas fell to his knees grabbing his forehead in a visible pain, Minho worried now at his side "What is it?"
"Ahhh" Thomas cried eyes clenched shut "It hurts"
Thomas?
"Stop saying my name!" Thomas ordered with desperation, the hand at his shoulder gripped tight "I'm not saying you're name?"
Thomas moved his hands covering his face "You're not?"
Just as Minho was about to reply he furrowed his brow "Dammit what the hell!"
Minho?
"Minho what's wrong?" Thomas searched the Runners expression he saw pain and confusion
"Someone's yelling in my head!"
Can any bloody shank hear me!?