Chapter 54
Saying she had a sound sleep was something Mary wished was true. In reality she had maybe gotten only a couple of hours of uninterrupted sleep. The other hours was her tossing and turning and feeling sea sick. The calm water ended up becoming a lot rougher when midnight hit. She sat up in her bed, moving the blanket off of her and sitting in the silence of her room as she tried to get her bearings together after such an awful sleep. She blinked a couple of times until her vision was clear, and looked around her room. She had to admit the atmosphere felt a lot heavier without Newt or Thomas awake on the ship. Maybe it was only a thing she noticed and flew over everyone else's head. She moved so that she had her legs dangling off the side of the bed, hands at her side, gripping the blankets around her. She was surprised that even with a bed this comfortable she still wasn't able to sleep soundly. She thought maybe it was because she was so used to short bursts of sleep on hard surface for the longest time. These blankets... This room... It wasn't what she was used to. She was used to not feeling safe, being close to an exit in case WICKED found her or her friends they would have a quick get away. She also wasn't used to sleeping away from her friends either. Sure, their rooms surrounded hers, but it wasn't the same.
She thought for a moment, what if this was still WICKED. What if after everything they've been through, all the agony and all the lies they weren't actually... Safe.
She could feel her heart start to beat in her ears. She rubbed her hands over her face to calm herself down. She knew she sounded paranoid. There was no way this was WICKED. The company died back in that city. Vince wasn't WICKED, he was the opposite.
She took a deep breath and stood up. Instantly regretting the act as soon as she was on her feet. She ran towards her bathroom and pushed the door open and opened the toilet lid, crouching down in front of it and start to puke her guts out. She used one of her hands to hold her hair back, the other was gripping the side of the bowl firmly. She scrunched her eyes as long as she could so she didn't have to see what was in the bowl. With her eyes still closed shut, she moved her hands from the bowl to the toilet paper next to the wall. She pulled a few pieces off and wiped her face and tried to get some of the awful taste from her tongue.
She sat there taking deep breaths as she waited for the next wave.
"Jeez you're a sight for sore eyes in the morning." She heard from the door. She opened her eyes and looked in the direction of the voice. Minho was leaning against her bathroom door frame with a disgusted look on his face. She turned back to the bowl and felt her stomach churn again. The next wave of vomit shooting up her throat and falling into the bowl in front of her. She wiped her face again.
"What do you want?" She asked, out of breath.
"Well you woke me up with all your running and dry heaving into the bowl. I thought you were dying. How're you doing?" He asked, slightly concerned about how much she's thrown up.
"My brother and my boyfriend are both unconscious and injured, and I'm pregnant and throwing up into a toilet bowl. Awesome, can't you tell?" She said sarcastically.
"You're really not going to tell anyone?" He asked.
"I wanted to tell him first." She explained, flushing the bile down and sitting against the wall and leaning her head back against the wall.
"You look awful dude." Minho told her.
"Man, you're just full of compliments this morning aren't you?" She glared at him, making him laugh. "Besides, you don't look like you've had a wink of sleep either." She wasn't stupid, she knew she didn't wake him up, he had been awake for hours. He may have not even actually fallen asleep for a minute.
"That obvious?" He let out a breath.
Mary nodded. "It's the bed isn't it? It's too soft. It doesn't feel right." She concluded.
"It feels wrong. I keep thinking if I fall asleep I'll just end up back in that place." He told her with honesty. Even though she was thinking the same thing earlier, she knew that it was impossible.
"Well you're not. They're gone we're far away from them and never going back." She assured him. "It's more comfortable than any of our beds ever were back in the Glade. We might as well get used to it."
Their conversation was cut short when Gally came running into her room.
"Why is everyone coming into my room?" She glared at him.
"You said-" He leaned against the other side of the door frame and tries catching his breath.
Minho put a hand on his shoulder and shook his head. "See, this is why you were never a runner bro."
"Shuck off Minho." Gally glared at him before pushing his hand off his shoulder and looking back towards Mary. "You said to come and get you when he wakes up." Gally said to her.
Mary got to her feet and looked at him with wide eyes. "And?"
"And why do you think I'm here, let's go!" Gally rolled his eyes and ran back out the door. Mary followed after him as soon as he turned around to get back to Newt's room. They turned down the hall and got to Newt's room, the door was already open. Gally opened it wider for Mary to go in.
Mary came into the room and saw him sitting up on his bed, looking out the window in front of him. Her breath almost stopped when he turned to look at her. She thought she'd never see his eyes open again. His face wasn't as aggressive as she had seen it when he was attacking Thomas back in the city. His hair was ruffled, she assumed from the sleep he's been in for the last couple of days. She slowly walked up to him as his eyes were on her until she got right in front of him.
"Hey." He said quietly, looking right at her. It was quiet but she heard him loud and clear. "I don't know what you did to me but I think I should thank you love." She could feel herself starting to tear up but didn't want her tears to get in the way of seeing him alright.
"I thought I'd lost you this time." She said just above a whisper.
"I thought I was gone too." He lowered his face in shame, thinking back to how he felt with the Flare in his veins. "I tried to kill... Oh Jesus Mary I..." He put a hand over his face. Mary moved his hands away and intertwined their fingers.
"You didn't though." She smiled.
"Because of you. I don't even want to begin to imagine what I would have done if you didn't knock me out." He stated matter-of-factly. She moved her hands from his hands and threw them around his neck in a tight hug. She felt her tears fall as she hugged him. He looked fine and she could work with that. She pulled away and wiped her face.
"How're you feeling?" She asked, moving his sleeve up slightly to where the Flare mark originated from. There was no mark at all, it had gone away.
"Like myself. How're you and Tommy?" He asked.
She paused before answering. "I'm okay. Saving you kind of burnt me out though." She snickered. "Tom's been asleep since that night as well. We found him and Teresa on a roof top. He's been shot in the stomach. We were able to save him, but Teresa..." She trailed off.
"After everything she's done to us, you feel sorry for her?" He asked.
"She was the one who helped make that cure for you." Mary told him.
Newt thought for a moment. "She did that?" Mary nodded.
"It's okay. We were able to get the bullet out. His body's just over-stressed. A few more days and he'll be up and walking in no time." She stated positively.
Newt seemed to relax when she told him where Thomas was. She smiled at him as they stood in silence for a fleeting moment. She thought now, with no one interrupting them she could finally spit it out. Now that she had a moment to tell him what's going on with her, she felt terrified. How would he react, would he be mad?
"Newt..." Her smile started to fade. He looked at her expectantly, knowing that concerned look on her face now far too well.
"What's wrong?" He asked.
"Nothing's wrong I just-"
The two were interrupted by a knock on the door. Both turned to see Vince at the doorway.
"Vince." Newt got up off the bed and stood next to Mary.
"Glad to see you up again pal." Vince gave him a nod.
"Thanks. It's nice to finally feel like myself again." Newt smiled.
"Just in time too." Vince told both of them.
Mary scrunched her eyebrows, not sure what he was referring to. "What do you mean, in time for what?"
Vince walked further into the room. "I just got done talkin' to the captain. We should be at the safe haven early tomorrow morning if we keep up this pace. We were going to celebrate tonight, have a feast and what not."
"I won't say no to a feast, I feel like I haven't eaten in years." Newt smiled.
"Let's get some food in you before we have you pass out again." Vince gestured to the door with a smile. Newt looked to Mary before leaving.
"Go ahead. I have to get cleaned up anyway." She gently pushed him away. "I'll find you later."
"You better." He gave her temple a quick kiss before following Vince out of the room.
Mary wandered slowly back to her own room to get ready. She didn't expect Gally to rush into her room so quickly this morning. There was no second thought when the words that Newt was awake sipped past his lips, she couldn't wait another second. She had to see him. After she got changed and tied her hair into a knot on her head, she went off to explore the ship. The Right Arm did a good job getting it up and running again. Not just the ship's engine, but they also were able to clean out most of the parts that weren't in a good condition. Cleaning walls and surfaces down and moving the beds from the shipping yard base into the actually ship itself.
Being such a large group, they had a bunch of experts mixed in with the rest of the group. Their fair share of doctor's and soldiers and Mary thought it was encouraging to see women also mixed in with them. She found herself walking towards the room Thomas was being kept in. When she got there, the door was already open. When she peeked inside she saw Brenda sitting next to his bed. She tried to stay quiet, not wanting to interrupt Brenda. She sat and watched as Brenda looked at Thomas' face and held his hand.
"I know you're there. You can come in, he is your brother." She glanced at Mary standing by the door. Mary winced, not meaning to disturb her.
"Sorry." Mary said as she walked into the room.
"You shouldn't be." Brenda looked up at her when she walked over.
"I came to see if maybe he had woken up. Newt did so I figured maybe..." Mary shrugged.
"Unfortunately not. I don't know how long it'll take." Brenda looked back down at him.
"You okay?" Mary eyed Brenda. She could see Brenda visibly swallow and her mind trail off for a moment.
"That obvious huh?" Brenda chuckled. Mary stayed quiet. "I don't know why I feel this way, I just do. Do you feel this way when Newt's in his position?" She asked.
"Yeah I do." Mary answered honestly. "But he will wake up, just give it a bit more time. Do you maybe want to take a break? I could sit here while you get some lunch." Mary offered.
"I'll take you up on that. I'm starving anyway." Brenda chuckled as she got up off the chair. "You want me to bring something back?"
"No I can go later." Mary smiled, waiting for Brenda to leave the room before sitting down.
The room fell quiet as she sat there alone with her brother. She stared at his sleeping face. She could see he was breathing from his chest rising and falling softly.
"You better wake up soon. You're freaking her out. You're freaking me out as well." She spoke to him as if he could hear her. She let out a long breath as she leaned back in the chair. "Just do us all a favor and open your eyes already." She whispered.
"He can't hear you." She heard an unfamiliar voice as someone entered the room. Mary shot her head over to the footsteps and saw someone she hadn't met before.
"I'm sorry?" She asked, not sure if she heard him right.
"Thomas, he can't hear you. He's asleep." The doctor said as he walked past Mary to the other side of the bed with a clipboard. He analyzed a couple pages and placed it on the bed, pulling a syringe out of his pocket and taking the cap off. Mary watched him as he injected the fluid into Thomas' IV tube.
"What're you doing?" Mary asked, jumping up.
The doctor looked at her and snickered. "Relax." He told her as he finished injecting Thomas. "It's just a little something to help him deal with the pain. He may not look it while unconscious, but he is in pain." Mary looked down at her brother and took a seat. She watched as the doctor pulled out a pen from his jacket pocket and wrote a few things down on his board. She studied him. He wasn't old at all. He actually looked slighlty older than herself.
"You're a doctor?" She asked, not believing it. He glanced up at her and smiled.
"Yes I am a doctor. James Morrison." He walked around the bed and held his hand out. Mary looked from him to his hand and shook it.
"Mary." She let go.
"Just Mary?"
"Well I can't quite remember my last name now can I?" She told him.
"Sorry, I meant no disrespect." He stood with his back straight. He was odd, that much Mary could see from the way he presented himself. "I'm assuming you're his sister?" He asked, sitting at the end of Thomas' bed.
Mary nodded. "A quite worried sister in fact." She let out a breath.
James smirked lightly. "Yes I can understand how you must be feeling."
"How could you possibly understand how I'm feeling right now?" She asked him, not quite believing his attempt to empathize with her.
"I lost my sister to the Flare. She was asleep for weeks as doctor's tried to get her better. She died in her sleep. She was nine." James tilted his head.
Mary sat there with a blank expression on her face, feeling almost humiliated by assuming the worst in him. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like that." She shook her head.
"It's understandable. You've all been under quite the amount of stress the last few months. I would only assume trusting people is hard for all of you right now." He was right, she had a hard time trusting anyone she didn't find familiar. Mary looked back at her brother as she thought about his story. "Don't worry, he won't suffer the same fate as my sister did. He's got pure blood. His body is just trying to heal itself and get his energy back. It's just going to take a bit more time."
"You're looking after him?" Mary asked.
"I am." He nodded. Somehow she felt comforted knowing Thomas was in safe hands.
"How long have you been a doctor?" She asked.
He smiled genuinely at her. "Are you interrogating me?"
Mary blushed and rolled her eyes. "No I was just wondering."
"I started studying after I lost my sister. I only became a professional seven years ago." She was surprised he actually answered her question. "How long has WICKED kept you their prisoner?"
Mary paused before answering. "I don't know. I can't remember. I get flashbacks once in a while to before they wiped my memory. I think it would be safe to say since forever." She looked at the ground.
"I'm sorry. If this rebellion was around sooner we could have gotten you out before all of this happened."
She shook her head. "No I'm glad most of those memories are gone. I don't want them. WICKED's gone. Janson's gone. We're finally free. What I really want is to keep that part of my life in the past." There was a brief silence that loomed over them in that moment. She realized she had let the conversation drift. "Sorry, guess I brought down the mood of the conversation." She laughed awkwardly, getting up.
"That's quite alright. I'm afraid I was going to have to ask you to leave soon anyway. Thomas needs to rest with no noise around to distract him from getting better." James walked with her to the door.
"I thought you said he couldn't hear me?" She turned and eyed him.
"That was my poor attempt at making a joke unfortunately." He winced. Mary snickered as she walked out of the room. "Mary." She turned at her name being called. "Rest up. You'll need that energy back at the safe haven. You're brother will be fine. Trust meand give him some time." He told her. Mary nodded and walked back down the hallway.
She spent most of her day wandering the rest of the ship. She was walking past a window and saw the sun was already going down. The feast would be starting soon and she decided it was best to get changed. When she made it back to her room she opened it and saw Newt sitting at the end of her bed. She smiled upon seeing him. Walking over to the closet in her room stocked with clothes supplied by the Right Arm.
"Why do I always find you sitting at the foot of my bed." She asked as she pulled out a black shirt. She looked at it and shrugged. It didn't feel like something she'd wear. She rather be back in those clothes she had from the Glade.
"It's the easiest way to find you love." He laughed, walking up behind her.
"You seem to be feeling better." She turned her head. Newt took the opportunity to catch her lips in his with a deep kiss. She turned her body to lean fully into it. This being the first time they've kissed since he woke up.
"Maybe we should just bring some food back here... Where no one can interrupt us." He murmured as his lips trailed off to her neck. Mary resisted the urge to roll her head back and moan, instead she turned around in his arms and faced him.
"Trust me, you'll have fun." She smirked, placing a kiss on his cheek and prying herself out of his arms. "Like bonfire fun, I swear." She said as she walked past him and into the en suite.
Newt waited patiently for her to come out so they could walk down to the party together. As he stood in the room waiting, he could hear cheers coming from down the hall, he couldn't quite pinpoint where they were coming from. He didn't need to know. The hollering was enough to give the entire ship a boost of life. Soon they would be at the safe haven and ready to start their lives over.
Hey sorry this update took so long. My dumb ass wrote this chapter so long ago and I thought I had posted it but I didn't WOW.
Sorry just been busy with work/school but i promise I didn't forget about this story. Thanks for the patience guys, almost there!
