Chapter 33

                                    

                                          
Newt's POV
                          
He woke up with his stomach rumbling. Thomas' arms were still around Newt and he could feel his stomach rumbling too.
                          
Newt gently and slowly got Thomas' arms off him and walked to the other room, feeling weaker each step he made.
                          
He saw the gladers laying down on the beds, some of them with their eyes open, others trying to sleep and wondering if they could find a way to wake up from the nightmare.
                          
Minho was walking slowly out of the bathroom. Newt walked towards him.
                          
"Minho." He said.
                          
"Newt... Don't waste any energy.... We... Don't know when.... We'll have food." Newt nodded and watched as Minho threw himself on a bed.
                          
Newt wanted to go back to where Thomas was, but he was so weak that he threw himself on a bed next to the bathroom.
                          
He could hear the gladers groaning and wondered if Thomas was okay.
                          
Three days passed. There was no food and the gladers were still hungry. Sometimes they got up to drink water from the tap.
                          
Newt didn't want it to end like this. He didn't want to die of hunger and he wanted to at least be next to Thomas.
                          
He tried not to think about what could possibly happen to them, but it all came like a hurricane. Newt never being able to hug Thomas for the last time or to have a last talk, one more word, glance or anything.
                          
With everything he had inside of him, Newt got up and got on his feet. He tried to move his left leg, and then his right leg. He made his way to the door, the wall supporting his weight.
                          
No one asked him where he was going, probably because they didn't want to waste any energy or didn't actually care about Newt when they were all dying of hunger.
                          
Slowly, he made his way to the other room, feeling weaker than ever. When he got there, he saw Thomas laying on a bed, staring at the ceiling.
                          
"Thomas..." Newt said weakly. He threw himself at a bed near Thomas.
                          
"Newt..." Thomas slowly turned his head to face Newt.
                          
There was so much to say, but Newt was too weak to think or tell everything he felt. He mouthed "I love you." to Thomas and closed his eyes, trying to run away from the nightmare they were all facing.
                          
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Thomas' POV
                          
"Tommy. Thomas!" Newt was whispering to him. "Thomas wake up! You have to eat."
                          
Thomas opened his eyes like they weighed a thousand pounds. It took him a moment to realize Newt was shaking an apple on his face, offering it to Thomas. He tried to get up as fast as he could, feeling dizzy. He got the apple and ate it in 10 seconds.
                          
"Thomas, you're gonna throw up like that!" Newt said after he finished the whole apple.
                          
"Where's everyone? Are they all fine?" Thomas asked.
                          
"They are okay. There's more food in the hallway if you..." Newt didn't even finish his sentence and Thomas was already heading to the hallway, seeing a pile of food.
                          
He got everything that he could carry and tried to eat as slow as he could.
                          
Thomas was so busy eating food that he didn't even notice the man sitting on a desk. When he realized him there, he asked.
                          
"What the shank is he doing here?"
                          
"He said he would only speak in the right time." Minho explained.
                          
Thomas stopped eating. "Shouldn't we try to force him to speak?"
                          
"There's an invisible wall surrounding him." Minho seemed annoyed.
                          
"What are we gonna do then?" Thomas asked him.
                          
"We wait." Minho got up and went to talk to another glader.
                          
Newt sat next to him. "Stopped already?" He smiled.
                          
"I'm worried about that." Thomas pointed his head to the man on the desk.
                          
"Don't worry about him." Newt grabbed Thomas' hand and squeezed it. "Minho likes to call him Rat-Man."
                          
Thomas looked at the man and noticed he did look like a rat. "He really does." Thomas agreed.
                          
"But Thomas, don't worry, we'll be fine." Newt told him with a smile. "We survived three days with no food."
                          
"I'm not worried." Thomas looked into Newt's adorable brown orbs. "I'm with you."
                          
Newt smiled wildly to Thomas and everything inside him started to melt.
                          
Three seconds later the Rat-Man got up from the chair and started to speak.
                          
"Well, let's start talking about phase 2."
                          
"Phase 2?" Minho asked.
                          
"Yes. The maze was just phase 1, but now you'll have to go to a desert."
                          
"What?" Minho raged out.
                          
"The world is suffering from a disease and we need to find a cure. People are dying really fast and we still have no cure. Don't you care about them?"
                          
Thomas thought about it for a moment. People out there were dying while all he was thinking about was to run in the maze and save the gladers from it.
                          
"And by keeping us in a maze you'll find a cure?" Minho said angrily.
                          
"Yes." The Rat-Man answered him calmly.
                          
"Why would we do this?" Thomas asked.
                          
"Because, there are some of you who need the cure, we will give you the cure after you pass phase 2."
                          
"What do you mean?" Newt asked.
                          
"Most of you are immunes, but we needed some of you who weren't so the test could work."
                          
"Who?"
                          
"I have a list here." The man grabbed a piece of paper. "Newt..."
                          
Thomas' heart stopped beating. He felt like all the butterflies that flew in his stomach when he kissed Newt suddenly became too heavy for him to carry. He lost control of his legs and fell on the floor. Everything inside him started to fall apart, the words hitting him like a punch on the face.
                          
"Newt, I..." Thomas looked at Newt, his expression breaking his heart in a million of pieces.
                          
"It's okay. I'm fine. I just..." Newt looked at the floor. He bended his knees and fell on the floor next to Thomas. He hugged him tightly. "I just wish I could spend more time with you." He was crying on his shoulder, Thomas tried to hold his tears to support Newt, but he couldn't. "I'm sorry, Tommy. I am so sorry." Newt was sobbing, his body shaking.
                          
"It's not your fault." Thomas said wishing more than ever to find a cure and end all of that. "It's so unfair." Thomas couldn't hold his tears any second longer. They were both crying. Thomas wanted to hold Newt in his arms and never let go of him. He wished they could stay like that forever, hugging.
                          
"I'm sorry, Tommy." Newt continued. "I'm sorry, I am so sorry."
                          
"We're gonna be okay." Thomas said trying to calm down both of them. "We'll find the cure. I promise you." He kissed Newt's forehead and held him in his arms wishing he could never have to let go of Newt's warmth.
                          
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