Maze Runner Death Cure-To Save Newt...

Chapter 2-"Where's Tommy?"

So I would like to say that this story is finished, I just don't know when I'm going to post the chapters. Anyways here's chapter 2.

Newt opened his eyes to see Gali hovering over him. He wasn't dead. Thomas had saved him like he promised. Newt saw Brenda reaching for MInho's gun but he backed out of reach. Gali smiled at Newt and helped him to his feet. He was expecting to be embraced by Tommy instantly but he looked around and only saw Minho, Brenda, and Gali around him. His stomach dropped, whether it was from fear or his recovery, he couldn't really tell, but before he could ask anything Minho spoke up.

"Brenda! Why do you need my gun? What-" Minho stopped as Brenda stole his gun and shot the glass doors she wasn't able to pass before.

"Okay, that's it. Brenda, you have to tell us what's going on!" Gali snapped, taking his eyes off Newt.

"I-"

"Where's Tommy?" Newt interrupted, looking around again. Minho turned to Newt, finally realizing that he was back on his feet. Minho forgot the present issue and pulled Newt into his arms, squeezing him tightly. Newt coughed and Minho pulled back. Before he could express his sudden concern Brenda finally answered Gali and Newt.

"They got him." Brenda's worry was clear in all her features. "Janson got Thomas. I saw them hauling him away and he was hurt." Only now did the boys follow Brenda's eyes and saw the blood that painted the pavement and trailed inside.

"Let's go." Minho didn't hesitate another moment. He took his gun back and jogged inside. Brenda on his heels with Gali and even Newt not too far behind.

Thomas woke up to a soft voice. The second his eyes began to flutter open, the tone engaged. "He's waking up." It was Teressa. Thomas opened his eyes and looked down realizing he was tightly restrained and that his wound was roughly packed. "Janson, please. If I take this much instead, he'll just barely be alive, but he will be alive." Thomas glanced in the direction of the voice and saw Janson glowering at his once friend.

"Fine! Just get me that cure," Janson yelled before turning to Thomas. "Your little girlfriend wants to keep you alive long enough for his bullet wound to heal so that we can get more cure out of you." Janson paused. "But she's still going to get as much of the precious cure out of your blood as she can now. She doesn't think it'll kill you, but as long as I get a dose; I couldn't care less. Janson patted Thomas' stomach and he couldn't help but cry out in pain. Thomas stared at Janson's hand which now had a light layer of blood. Thomas was still bleeding and now they were harvesting him for the cure as well. Janson looked at the blood and grabbed more gauze. He ripped off his previous patch job and shoved the gauze harshly onto the wound. Thomas screamed against his will and Teressa snapped at Janson to be gentle. The pain was blinding him now, and Janson wasn't listening to Teressa. The last thing Thomas saw was Janson's wicked expression dying to shock as a gunshot echoed through the lab. 

Some people have told me that I sometimes post chapters that are way too long, so here's a shorter one. And yes I realized some names are spelt wrong. My spelling sucks and my brain is very very tired. Not to mention for my current job I've been memorizing Shakespeare lines so my English is just a mess in general right now. Hope it doesn't show too badly. Thanks for reading!