Y/N POV

  My eyes opened slowly, the light from- well, the lights- burning my corneas. Where was I? Why am I even in here?

   I eventually adjusted, seeing I was in some sort of room. Well, maybe a hospital room, since the numerous amount of medical tools laying on a tray were a sign.

  I tried to sit up, but I realized I was being restrained. My body, I noticed, was reclined at an angle. My wrists and ankles keeping me to the metal table.

  Looking up from my legs, I see a large viewing window in front, several chairs lined up in a patient room, restraints on the arms and legs of them as well. Who was going to be kept down in front of me like that? Why would someone do that?

   "Ah, look. You've recovered quickly." A voice called. I couldn't look behind my table, but I could tell it was a man.

   "Recovered from what?" I inquired. He chuckled and finally walked in front of me, allowing me to put a name to the face.

    Jansen.

 "A slight sedative. We're prepping you for some surgeries, you know? You've got quite the unique blood." He nodded, grinning.

  "What the hell is that supposed to mean?" I scoffed. The last place I wanted or needed to be was with W.C.K.D. Of course they got to us. And now-

        Who knows what they were going to do.

 "It means we need it. You are the key. Isn't it ironic? You've hated this idea for so long and now you can be the cure? How does that feel?" He smirked, walking closer.

   "Don't really think I'm too keen on dying." I snarled.

  He laughed and shrugged, a knowing look on his face. "Well- it's about to get a hell of a lot worse."

 I arched a brow and a door opening sounded. Men filed in to the viewing room, dragging in boys.

   First, Winston. Followed by Newt, Minho, Frypan and finally. . .

      Thomas.

 I sucked in a surprised breath as they sat them down equally spaced next to each other and instantly, before they could process what was even happening or before they could look up, the restraints were tied around their wrists and ankles, confusing them.

   "Boys! Welcome to the observation." Jansen grinned, raising his hands. "Please, enjoy the show."

 "Y/N? Y/N, what are they doing? Why the hell is she in there? What the hell are you doing to her?" Thomas immediately sneered, asking, frantically whipping his wrists, trying to free himself.

  "Oh, Thomas, don't worry. At least you're here to see her go?" Jansen pretended to lighten the subject, but as Thomas' face fell, he knew he placed the dagger right where he wanted it.

   "I swear to god, you better let her go or-"

 "Or what? It's over, Thomas!" Jansen chuckled victoriously. "We got her! Now. . ."

           "Watch."

 He left behind me and I heard even more people walk in. My body froze in fear and chills ran up my spine. I was going to die. Nobody could do anything about it.

   "Thomas? I love you. . ." I nodded, looking directly at him. His mouth hung open as he watched the scene unfold in front of him. As the men in scrubs began grabbing tools, plugging in things- I didn't even want to know what they were.

  "No, no, don't say that. I'm- I'll. . ." He nervously hurried, looking around him for a solution. But there wasn't one.

  Newt was the first to speak up. "I'll miss ya', little green."

 I smiled through the tears, just as he was doing. Frypan was freely letting tears fall as he looked at me, as Minho kept his hardened gaze on his shoes; I saw the three little stains on the knees of his pants from tear drops.

   "No!" Thomas screamed, his voice straining. The doctors flinched, just as the men in the room with him at his raise of voice. Quickly, Thomas was spazzing and shaking in his chair, doing anything he could. He cried furiously and angrily at the fact he wasn't getting any closer to me.

   I heard the click of  button and a whirring sound came up, much like a saw. I didn't dare look over to the doctor closest to me, but I knew whatever it was was going to hurt like hell.

 "Dammit, stop it! Get the hell away from her!" Thomas shouted, fury infused. He was moving so profusely, the men in his room actually stepped closer and tried to hold him down, but this only made him struggle more. I watched as the guards were loosing footing with holding Thomas down.

   "Will someone calm the hell down out of that kid? I can't make a smooth incision with all of that indecent screaming." The close doctor snapped.

  Newt caught on and began his attempt of escape as well. Then Minho, Frypan quickly next.

  "What the hell is wrong with them?! Get them out of here!" The doctor screamed, turning his body completely. A stinging pain rang through my arm, making me cry out.

   Did he just accidentally slice my arm?

  "Well, great. . ." He sighed, looking down at my arm which was draining blood quickly. "We'll have to start now."

   I screamed as he dug the blade deeper. I felt it move muscles around, each small line of tissue being pulled and tugged, ripped at the seems. Tears rained down my face and the distant sound of Thomas screaming and a lot of banging was the only thing letting me know I wasn't already dead.

   The blade was pulled out, making me wince as it was so harshly, but at relief as well that no longer was my skin being torn at will.

  "What the hell?!" Two of the doctors yelled at the same time. My eyebrows furrowed, trying to regain some of my lost consciousness. I looked where they were looking, making me attempt a smile.

  Thomas was letting out a beat down on both guards as Newt helped untie Frypan, Winston and Minho. Thomas was still crying and angrily grunting as he repeatedly found new ways to harm the men.

  "We have to get the hell out of here!" And the clang of tools rang out as I heard them run out of the room. Now, I was left bleeding. I looked to my right arm to see an inch wide cut was bulging from the top of my elbow to my shoulder, revealing ripped tissue and lots of blood.

   Feeling faint, I looked away and found Thomas and the others standing up straight, looking for something. Thomas called to Newt and pointed to their chairs. Giving a nod of understandment, Newt grabbed his chair just as Thomas did and turned toward the viewing window.

   Oh, god.

 They slammed the chairs once, making the glass let out an awful noise, but it only shook harshly. Thomas grunted rage and at the same time again, rammed the chairs against the door, making it screech and shatter to the ground.

   Thomas didn't even take a second thought to the glass on the window sill and hopped over, sprinting over to me.

  "Y/N, oh my god, you're- I. . ." He cried, looking for anything to release me. I just kept my eyes on him, a faint smile on my face. He did it. He came for me, he fought for me.

   Winston ran over to the table, his hands fumbling through things before he snatched wrap and tape, running back over to me.

    "If we don't stop the bleeding now, she'll bleed out."

  Thomas nodded wordlessly, quickly giving Winston the room he needed. I winced each time Winston lifted my arm to wrap it around but as soon as the wrap put pressure on it and kept in the blood, I instantly felt a lot better than having the open flesh wound.

   "I found it!" I heard Frypan shout, before my wrists were released, as well as my ankles. I sighed but fell forward due to my dizziness, but arms encased me tightly, wary of my arm. 

   "Y/N, please. Please, not now. Stay with me. I- I need you." Thomas cried, moving his body so he could see my eyes. I lazily nodded, giving him my best small smile.

   "You- you did it." I whispered. He smiled and nodded, pushing strings of hair out of my face.

 "I'd go to the ends of Earth for you." He whispered. I looked at him, purely of love, just as he looked at me to do the same.

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A/N: who knew i could put words to that gif and make it something completely more meaningful and heart-breaking.

   but its also hot af. aannndd, not to throw any feels or anything, but you can totally see that thomas' chair hits slightly after dylan's does, so dylan basically broke it mostly by himself. Dylan O'Brien broke fucking glass. THAT MEANS HELLA MUSCLE FLEXING. I NEED 

    love you