The doors opening could be clearly heard and Y/N quickly dropped a roll of bandages she had been playing and disappeared quickly out the door so she could wait for the trapped runners to return. Deep down she knew it was a hopeless notion though.
Y/N approached hearing shouts of amazement and alarm, then Newts call for the med-Jack's. Y/N shoved through the crowd effortlessly until her gaze rested upon Thomas, Minho and Alby. Both runners looked torn up and beaten, but Alby seemed to be far worse off.
Being quite the newbie medjack meant Y/N didn't know how to help a. Changing victim just yet, so Thomas was shoved in her direction whilst Clint and Jeff took Alby away and Minho insisted be didn't need help like the arrogant shuck he was.
Y/N allowed Thomas to wrap an arm around her shoulder as they slowly made their way to the med-Jack's hut. Stumbling into an empty room, she dropped Thomas gently onto a bed before leaving food and a glass of water on the table and looked at Thomas.
"Eat. Drink," she stated simply before leaving the room to get some supplies she would need to help patch Thomas up properly. Upon returning Y/N noticed neither the food nor water had been touched and she sighed in annoyance as she sat down next to Thomas bringing out a wet cloth and getting started on cleaning his cuts. "You need to eat," she pleaded.
Thomas groaned and shoved a mouthful in before rolling onto his back as Y/N had asked him to. He could feel her hands working on cleaning his back. It was a nice feeling, her gentle and warm touch, he didn't want her to stop as he lay their, eyes closed in content. "Why are you so nice to me when everyone else seems out for my blood?" He asked curiously.
Y/N chewed her lip, "Because you are one of us, and you saved two of us, that makes you a good person...." She trailed off and whispered to herself, "and because I like you," she then turned away, a red tint on her cheeks as she put the thread to the needle and offered Thomas her hand to squeeze on to as she started to sew the large cut closed knowing he would need it.
Thomas let out a hiss of pain, wincing whilst Y/N worked, not noticing that whilst he whimpered, she had already finished until he found her lips on his, capturing his own and without a second thought he kissed back quickly, with a slight smile. Y/N pulled away seeing as Thomas was no longer whimpering. "They say kisses make everything better," she whispered and Thomas rolled his eyes with a smile. Kisses really did make everything better.
