Thomas' POV

Everyone's eyes landed on me and I felt my cheeks heat as question after question popped into my head.

"What do you bloody mean they want to kill Tommy?" Newt asked, taking a step closer to me.

Jorge glanced at Brenda before his eyes landed on Aris. "You said this group B is your group? Where are they now?"

Aris shook his head before his eyes met mine. "I haven't seen them since we left the maze."

"What maze?" Jorge took a step towards Aris with Brenda following his every move.

Teresa's eyes frantically scanned the group around us and she took a step closer to Aris. I arched a brow wondering when those two became close but another more pressing thought popped into my head.

"What does my tattoo say?" My voice came out stronger than I thought it would and I regained the attention of Jorge and Brenda.

"To be killed by group B." Brenda replied, holding my gaze.

My heart started pounding in my chest and my eyes landed on Aris once again and I couldn't help but wonder if he was in on it. I subconsciously pulled Clara closer to me, gaining some comfort from her closeness.

Brenda broke the awkward silence in the room by approaching Aris with the machine. She arched a brow at him asking permission to scan the tattoo. He looked at Teresa before nodding to Brenda. She scanned his neck before calling out, "Subject B1 The Partner." She looked up to see Jorge return to the desk to mark it down.

Brenda turned to Teresa with her eyes full of curiosity. Teresa moved her hair and Brenda took in a sharp breath when she read the machine. She cleared her throat quietly before moving back up by Jorge. She whispered something to him and his eyes lit up as he looked from Aris to Teresa. "Interesting." He mumbled, his eyes meeting mine once again.

"What does hers say?"

I quickly turned to Aris as he took another step closer to Teresa; both of them anxious to hear what her tattoo said. There was no question in my mind now that something was going on between them. The way they moved to stay by one another, the way they seemed to speak with each other silently...it was just too much. Then something else hit me. Could they speak telepathically with each other?

I looked back at Jorge who was watching me closely. It seemed like he was debating whether or not to tell us.

"You never answered my question. What maze?" He glanced at Aris before his eyes met mine again.

Minho took a step closer to me before he spoke up, finally getting the guy to let go of his arm. "Why aren't you saying what her tattoo says?"

Jorge chuckled lightly. "That's not how this works amigo. How about someone answers my question before we release you back into the night with nothing but the clothes on your back." His eyes flickered to Clara. "And no medicine for the muchacha in your arms."

"It was an experiment that Wicked forced us into. We were stuck there for years before we escaped." Newt answered in one breath. His gaze focused on Jorge, pleading with him as his body was so close to me I could feel the anger radiating off of him. I understood why he was angry. We were starving, thirsty, exhausted, Clara desperately needed medicine and yet here we were, talking about things that didn't matter to him at the moment.

"See, was that so hard?" Jorge cracked a smile before his gaze dropped to Clara again. "Brenda, can you grab the C9-3 syringe in my bottom drawer?" He spoke quickly and quietly but with the amount of people in this small room his voice carried.

"The syringe or the iv?" Brenda asked, already pulling out a key from her pocket.

Jorge turned back to Clara with an arch in his brow. He took several long steps until he was standing in front of me. "May I?"

I saw nothing in his gaze that told me not to agree especially with Chase standing behind him, and Newt and Minho beside me.

I nodded, letting him do what he wanted to see what kind of medicine Clara needed.

Jorge's long, thin fingers probed Clara's throat and along her jawline before he gently pulled her shirt back to reveal her shoulder. His eyes trailed down her shoulder and to her arm where the black lines of infection stood out prominently on her pale skin. His hand moved up to her forehead before he went back to her throat. He found her pulse and counted the beats for just a few seconds before pulling back. "The iv."

Brenda nodded and quickly made her way out the door while Jorge's eyes met mine. "Okay, until we know what to do with you guys we can't really just let you wander around so if you'll be so kind as to follow Brutus here, he'll show you where you're staying. You six," he nodded to the group of guys standing at the back of the room, "go with him. Brenda and I will get the iv going for your friend here and she'll be good as new in no time." His arms went under Clara and I immediately pulled her back into me.

"No, I can put her wherever you're going to. And I'm not leaving her side while you guys work on her."

I felt Newt's gaze on me as he hovered beside me ready to act on whatever decision I made. My eyes met Chase's over Jorge's shoulder and I noticed he was poised to fight if needed similarly to Newt.

Jorge sighed quietly before glancing at Newt and Minho. "Fine, just you though."

I turned to Newt and he nodded. "It's alright Tommy. Just don't let anyone bloody hurt her." He patted my shoulder before turning to follow Brutus into the other room, following the rest of the group out.

"Right this way." Jorge announced retreating through the door that Brenda went through.

Brenda was standing beside a bed, hanging a bag on an iv stand like all those I'd seen at Wicked.

She looked surprised to see me still carrying Clara but she just turned to Jorge. "It shouldn't take long to get her going. Where are the others?"

Jorge grinned before gesturing for me to put Clara on the bed. "They're hanging out in the gallery at the moment."

His words sent chills down my spine and I really wanted to know what he meant by that as I laid Clara on the bed and readjusted her hair. Brenda cracked a smile before moving to put the iv in Clara's arm.

"What's in that?"

Jorge looked up at me as he grabbed a bottle of disinfectant. "Antibiotics. They'll knock out the infection and rehydrate her at the same time. It's a pretty powerful dosage that we were able to take from Wicked not that long ago."

My eyes widened at this new information. "You took things from Wicked?"

He smiled and nodded, dabbing her arm with a cotton swab, prepping it for the iv. "Yes, we did. It was a pretty proud day for us. But I guess you would know all about that considering you escaped them yourself?" He arched a brow and glanced at me with a grin on his face. "Am I to assume that during the escape is when she got injured?"

His attention went back to Clara and I flinched when they stuck the iv in her arm.

"Yeah. Some kind of metal melted her skin and then that got infected." My reply was quiet as I watched the fluid drain from the bag and into Clara's arm.

"They know what they're doing there. If you wouldn't mind following me, Brenda will take care of your friend here." He gestured for me to follow him but I didn't budge.

"No, I'm not leaving her alone." I shook my head to exaggerate my refusal but it did no good as several other guys stepped up behind me.

"I'd really like for you to come with me on your own accord." Jorge insisted, taking a step towards me. "Brenda will watch over her. You have my word."

"Your word doesn't mean anything to me if it involves me leaving her alone with you. I appreciate you trying to help but I won't leave her alone." I backed away from the guys that stepped up behind me, keeping my eyes on Jorge.

Brenda arched a brow at Jorge and her fingers were lightly pressing into Clara's wrist as she watched the scene unfold.

Jorge looked at his guys and with a subtle nod I was being drug into another room by three different guys. "It didn't have to be like this. I understand you wanting to watch over your friend but I assure you Brenda knows her way around medical supplies just as well as those doctors at Wicked."

My arms worked to free me to no avail as I spat out, "Why can't I just stay with her?" I drug my feet along the ground trying to make it as hard as possible for them to relocate me.

Jorge let out an exasperated sigh before he moved in front of me. "Because you have some intel on Wicked that we'd really be interested in having. Plus, your friends miss you." He smirked and continued walking in silence. We walked into a large room with high ceilings where the others were hanging upside down. I skidded to a stop but the guys just laughed and tightened their hold on me and were able to easily drag me along behind them.

A few minutes later I was hanging from the ceiling in between Chase and Newt.

"Now, this will go much quicker if you just tell us what we want to know." Jorge yelled up.

"Why would we tell you shuck faces anything?" Minho yelled back in response.

"I'd say the blood rushing to your head for starters." Jorge replied with a grin to one of his guys. "And we may have the food and water you guys need. Your choice." He shrugged before him and his goons walked out of the room.

"Alright, anyone have a plan?" I asked, trying to spin myself to see the others.

"I'd say dry heaving since vomiting won't do any good." Minho retorted sarcastically.

Newt grunted before replying to his sassy friend. "Minho, look, your attitude isn't helping anything at the moment. We all need to work together to try to get out of here."

"Can't we just answer their questions?"

Everyone was silent for a few moments as we considered Chase's suggestion.

"I agree with Chase." I replied, knowing he was right. Why shouldn't we tell them what they want to know if it means we'll get food, water, and they'll treat Clara. It's not like we wanted to protect Wicked anyway.

"I don't trust them." Teresa commented quietly.

"I don't either. Maybe we shouldn't tell them anything." Aris added.

Once again it seemed like those two were on the same side. "Why not?" My voice came out harsh and I felt bad for it since Aris hadn't done anything to hurt anyone...yet.

"We can't trust them!" Aris replied, desperation leaking into his words.

"Yeah, how do we know we can trust you?" I shouted back, managing to turn some so I could see him. Chase hung directly behind me with Newt beside him and both of them were turned to look at Aris too.

"What have I done?" His face twisted up in confusion but I didn't back down. With the blood rushing to my head my anger quickly escalated.

"Oh, I don't know, maybe your tattoo that says you're the partner and your group just so happens to want to kill me?! That might have something to do with it. And suddenly you don't think it's a good idea we tell them about Wicked." I inhaled a deep breath before continuing. "Are you trying to protect Wicked now or something?"

"Thomas! How dare you jump to those conclusions!" Teresa exclaimed from beside Aris.

"How can I not Teresa? Besides since when have you been on his side and not ours?" I could see I hurt her by her wounded expression but I still couldn't back down.

"I've always been on your side!" She yelled back, her dark hair in her face.

"Guys, now isn't the time to be fighting with each other. We need to figure out what we're going to say to these people when they come back. We've always worked together, as a team, and we can't stop that now." Newt's voice was quiet and he seemed to be pleading with us as he spoke. I turned and my eyes met his. In that moment I was staring back at the second in command of the glade. He was always a leader there, one with words of wisdom that everyone trusted. He was the one that always seemed to know what was going on and what we should do about it and ever since we left the maze he's seemed lost. Well, not anymore. Newt's back and taking his role as leader.

"Alright?" He asked me before glancing at Aris and Teresa.

"Yeah, okay." I mumbled in consent. I wasn't ever one to go against the leader of the glade. The real leader at least. Ever since I arrived in the glade Newt was one of the few I trusted. Nothing has changed since then.

"Okay, then. What do you bloody suppose we tell the shanks when they come back?" Newt looked around the group with an arched eyebrow until Minho cleared his throat.

"I say we tell them whatever they want to hear so they'll let us down and feed us."

There were a few light chuckles that broke the silence as we all agreed. That was the smartest thing to come out of Minho's mouth yet.