TMR high

"Thomas..."

"Thomas..."

"Thomas you little shit! Get you bloody ass awake!"

"Newt shut up!"

"Thomas... Everything is about to change..."

Thomas was jurked awake. Sat straight up.

"My way worked best." He heard Newt grumble off to the side.

"What happened?"

"Where are we?"

"Shhh Thomas calm down." Teresa said soothing and then down beside him."You just passed out. And we are in the Glade. We just escaped WICKED, remember?" She asked calmly.

WICKED...WICKED... Thomas though on it.

"Oh Yeah! Now I do! But.., why did I pass out?" He asked confused

Teresa looked from Minho to Newt. They said nothing just watched. She gave them a 'Thanks for the help' glare then looked back at Tom.

"Umm... I think it was because of the news you heard and it was just so much for you yo take in." "Do you...remember it?" She said with a half smile.

Ugh...Umm.. What happened, what happened...Gally! Brenda! He remembered.

Oh yeah but... He fell on his back again.

"GUYS!" Teresa shouted at the Gladers behind her.

"I'm fine, I'm fine. Really." Thomas mumbled. He was takeing in a lot.

"Just... A lot of new information."

"No kidding." Minho added flatly from behind. Teresa shot him another glare.

"Can I have some help up?" He asked, dying of exhaustion but still wanted to get off the hard ground.

"Of course!" Teresa said giving a smile then she warped her arm around his back for some support. She pulled him up, and stumbled back expecting him to be much heavier.

"I think we should get him to the med-jack." Newt spoke up again. "Us three can stay with him though. Okay?" Teresa and Minho both nodded and watched as two med-jack came from the lager group of Gladers and lead Thomas to the infermerery.

They pushed him down on a squeaky bed. But this is still better than the ground. Thomas though.

"Here drink this." A med-jack, Jeff, said and handed Thomas a thermos full of some type of red-ish soup. Thomas was starving and exhausted. He gladly gulped down the soup, soon finding it was tomato, and then drifted off into a dream.

He was in the bright white room again. The one he was put on when WICKED captured him. Except this time he wasn't tired to a chair nor Rat-Man was anywhere to be seen.

He turned around the room, very confused his imagination would put him here. He wore a confused look until out of nowhere there was a scream. A high pitched scream that he'd only hear twice. It was Teresa. He straind in his sleep but it was only a dream, but one that could scar. His heart pounded and the dream when down hill from there. The walls formed scratched, the soon made letter, that became words. WICKED IS GOOD. WICKED  IS GOOD. covered the once clean white walls. Next came water, out of nowhere. Droplets formed in the air. Some how washing the words from all walls, cleansing the room. "Don't trust anyone." Came from three separate voices all at once. It was Newt, Teresa and Minho. Thomas awoke and sat straight up on the bed, covered from head to toe in sweat. His breaths came quickly. In then out, in then out.

"Okay, Okay. It was only a dream." He tells himself is huffs of air.

He looks at the table beside him and sees his friends had dropped off his phone. He'd left it at home then they had been abducted. God, really with I had that yesterday.