The Scorch Trials (The Maze Runner Book 2) (52)
CHAPTER
52
The
back of the door they’d shut on him glowed green, turning the small room into a
creepy, sickening prison. He might’ve cried, might’ve gushed tears and snot and
wailed like a baby if his head didn’t hurt so much. The pain drilled through
his skull, and his eyes felt as if they were boiling in lava.
But
even then, through all that, the deeper ache of truly losing Teresa gnawed away
at his heart. He just couldn’t let himself cry.
He
lost all concept of time as he lay there. It was as if whoever was behind it
all wanted to give him a chance to reflect on what had happened while he waited
for the end. On how Teresa’s message to trust her no matter what had ended up
being a cruel trick that only magnified her two-faced treachery.
An
hour passed. Maybe two or three. Maybe only thirty minutes. He had no idea.
And
then the hissing started.
The
faint light of the glowing door revealed sprays of mist shooting from the holes
that dotted the metal walls in front of him. He turned his head, sending a
fresh wave of pain across his skull, and saw that all the openings were
expelling similar jets of fog.
And
it all hissed like a squirming nest of poisonous vipers.
So
this is it? he
thought. After everything he’d been through, after all the mysteries and fighting
and fleeting moments of hope, they were just going to kill him with some kind
of poison gas? Stupid, that was what this was. Stupid. He’d battled Grievers
and Cranks, survived a gunshot and infection. WICKED. They were the ones who’d
saved him! And now they were just going to gas him to death?
He
sat up, actually crying out from the jolt of pain it caused. He looked around,
looked for anything he might be able to …
Tired.
So tired.
Something
in his chest felt wrong. Sick.
The
gas.
Tired.
Hurt. Body exhausted.
Breathing
in gas.
Couldn’t
help himself.
So
… tired …
Inside
him. Wrong.
Teresa.
Why did it have to end that way?
Tired
…
Somewhere
on the edge of his consciousness, he was aware of his head thumping against the
floor.
Betrayal.
So
…
Tired
…
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