The Maze Runner Imagines

Chuck? (Thomas)

       I took one look at Chuck, and I knew what he was gonna do. I saw it in his eyes, the way he glanced at Thomas and then at a deranged Gally. I saw it in the way he shifted from foot to foot nervously, saw it with the acceptance in his face. He pulled his wooden carving from his pocket, and I knew what I was going to do.

       I knew how much Thomas cared for Chuck, and I knew that the feelings were the same both ways, a two-way street. I wasn't going to let Chuck go out like that, not on my watch. Not while I still spoke and breathed, never. I wouldn't let that happen. If Gally held the weapon at shoulders height, he would hit Chuck in the chest, and he'd die for sure. 

      If I jumped in the way, he'd maybe kill me, but, I had more of a chance than Chuck did. It would hit his Aorta vein, and he'd bleed out in thirty seconds, that's only if he was lucky. If it missed his Aorta, it'd surely hit a lung and he'd be in pain and suffering for at least two minutes, drowning in his blood, in his own skin. I wouldn't see that happen, I wouldn't be able to prevent that from happening, unless I took the hit.

      I was a med-jack in the maze, I was the keeper of them, I was the fourth one that came up from the box, I've been trapped there for three years, and I honestly was the first to realize that people were gonna get hurt and started reading the medical books that were sent up. I became the first med-jack, and I was the one who recommended people to be initiated into my little squad. 

      Gally looks up, raising the gun and I hear him utter the words, "I belong to the maze. We all do." And I remembered hearing him pull the trigger, aiming for Thomas, but instead of Chuck jumping, I reacted first and jumped in front of both Chuck and Thomas.

      I felt the bullet tear its way into the flesh of my right lower-mid abdominal region, the burning sensation rip through my body as I stumbled a bit off the side, hands going to the wound, trying to apply pressure through the pain, trying to not concentrate on how much blood I seemed to be losing.

     I knew that the bullet hadn't hit any major organs or veins, but this bleeding was gonna cost me. I vaguely remember seeing Gally fall dead on the ground, a spear thrown through his heart. A strangled gasp left my lips after a second, swaying on spot, being forced to lift one of my blood covered hands to steady myself, the red staining the wall as I receive a shocked head turn from Chuck. "RITA!"

      I couldn't help a small, tired grin falling onto my lips as Thomas's head turned the fastest, following Chuck's gaze to me, struggling to keep upright. "Rita?" His eyes widen as he remembered how she jumped in front of him, and in front of Chuck. She'd saved both of their lives. He wasn't going to let her lose hers over that. 

       The other's heads turned in my direction and I heard several exclamations of alarm as Thomas came closer, and I practically threw myself into his arms, with the remaining strength that I had. He sunk to the ground with me in his arms while Newt's hands applied pressure after someone tore off their flannel and tossed it into his awaiting hand. 

       "Thomas, Tommy, I-I couldn't let him hurt you, you, or-or, or Chuck." I stumbled over my words, grunting as Newt pressed down harder on the wound. Thomas went to help, but my hand reached out and my fingers found themselves grasping his hand, holding his hand firmly. 

       "Rita, how did you know Chuck would jump in front of me?" He asked, and I wince a little before glancing at Chuck with a small grin. "He-he, he's Chuck. Do, you really need an-an explanation?" Even in immense pain, she still found room for sarcasm and humor, and I grinned softly as I heard shaky laughs from a few of the others. 

      "Just-just go."

  Newt's hands softened their pressure on my injury for a moment, every single one of them looking at me with shock written in their faces, hurt in their eyes. Did she really think that they were just gonna leave her? "You guys, don't-don't look at me like that." I caught the looks that they threw at one another, and I knew I'd just be a burden to them. 

     "We don't have the supplies, you'll need them for someone else. Just, just go. Leave me here, please, Tommy. Please, just go." I begged him, looking him in the eyes while Newt made a noise, that tore my gaze from his glorious brown pools. "We are not gonna leave you here, Rita."

       

      And when those people in the helicopter came, they took me with them because everyone refused to leave, fought them until they'd bring me too. That's how I ended up laying across Minho, and Newt's laps, my head on Thomas's. I objected, but they all insisted, saying that it was nothing. I slowly closed my eyes as I felt Thomas's fingers run through my hair.