Thomas woke up, he desperately began to look around, until he saw you sleeping a few feets from him.

From the moment he arrived in the area he started having these kind of weird dreams, which strangely ended up being his memories before WCKD erased his memory. So it was difficult for him to calm down, because he didn't know if this one was just that, a bad dream or another of those many memories.

The images of you, on that stretcher, with people injecting different things into your body. It was something his mind couldn't easily forget.

Trying to not make too much noise, he crawled to the spot you were sleeping in. Slowly, he watched your face, then your arms, but still something inside him couldn't calm down. He carefully began to shake your shoulder, once you woke up and sat on the floor to see him, he said. "Shh... it's okay...Sorry for waking you up, I... I just want to see something..." He carefully took your arm, slowly pulling up your shirt sleeve, looking for any bruise or wound.