Sep 21, 2015
slightlyannxying liked for a thing!
Not a single one of the remaining Gladers had managed not to take a fall or two. ( Everyone was suffering from singed skin and sand in their mouths and shoes and other unmentionable places. ) But Thomas hadn’t been that invested. When they got knocked down, they had to get back up; there was no time for anything else. It was a different story, however, when Chuck took a spill. Thomas was at his side in seconds, looking him over for any obvious signs of injury. “You okay, buddy? Do you need to stop?”