Thomas guessed that the hospital was full of kids just like him, but the eerie silence surrounding him suggested otherwise. Nighttime in… Alexandria, Scott had called it, was absent of the metal cries of the grievers, the screams of boys being trapped in their own nightmares. Perhaps that only applied inside these four walls, but Thomas couldn’t imagine being able to sleep in this town. Because he’d lie in a bed, a comfortable bed, waiting for an array of sickening noises that would never come.
But sleep was no current concern of his. At the forefront of Thomas’ mind was only one thing: his friends. Everything he’d done, the leader he’d become, it had all started with his devotion to them and their safety. Even if they’d supposedly found their safe haven now, he couldn’t abandon any single one. His morals didn’t twist that way, and he could never truly rest until he’d ensured their well being.
So Thomas followed quietly behind Scott, who shockingly he believed he could trust for now, whilst still inspecting the building around him just in case. Any sign of a possible escape route was registered in his brain, as he knew he’d never truly feel safe again; not with anyone from outside of the maze. “Are we getting close?” Impatience ticked at Thomas, his palms were sweating with a mixture of adrenaline and nerves. The hunger he’d mentioned earlier seemed to have subsided, despite not having eaten, a far more important concern now plaguing his mind. Newt. Minho. Chuck. Natalie. Even Gally would be a welcome face, at least he’d know he didn’t make it out alone.
They entered several rooms, staring at faces Thomas didn’t recognise, his heart sinking into an deeper abyss with every failure. The infirmary was much bigger than it appeared, but with the recent accidents and events, perhaps it only seemed that way due to the overcrowding. “They’re not here.” And just as Thomas was about to begin running, distrust consuming his entire being, a figure appeared in front of the door they opened.
Thomas recognised who it belonged to immediately. Suddenly, a breath he didn’t realise he’d been holding passed his chapped lips, and it was as if his dizzied vision now came into focus. “Newt.”
With that single word came nothing other than pure relief. He was okay. They were going to be okay. Despite Scott still standing beside him, Thomas suddenly felt as if it were just him and Newt in that dimly lit hallway, taking a few quick steps forward to close the space between them. A hand found Newt’s arm, gripping it tight, worried Newt would be separated from him again. “Yeah. It’s me.”
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