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Minho
forced
a
bitter
laugh
,
then
knelt
back
on
the
ground
beside
Alby
.
Thomas
took
a
closer
look
at
the
collapsed
boy
and
realized
just
how
bad
things
were
.
Alby
looked
on
the
edge
of
death
.
His
usually
dark
skin
was
losing
color
fast
and
his
breaths
were
quick
and
shallow
.
Hopelessness
rained
down
on
Thomas
.
"
What
happened
?
"
he
asked
,
trying
to
put
aside
his
anger
.
"
Do
n't
wan
na
talk
about
it
,
"
Minho
said
as
he
checked
Alby
's
pulse
and
bent
over
to
listen
to
his
chest
.
"
Let
's
just
say
the
Grievers
can
play
dead
really
well
.
"
This
statement
took
Thomas
by
surprise
.
"
So
he
was
...
bitten
?
Stung
,
whatever
?
Is
he
going
through
the
Changing
?
"
"
You
've
got
a
lot
to
learn
"
was
all
Minho
would
say
.
Thomas
wanted
to
scream
.
He
knew
he
had
a
lot
to
learn
--
that
was
why
he
was
asking
questions
.
"
Is
he
going
to
die
?
"
he
forced
himself
to
say
,
cringing
at
how
shallow
and
empty
it
sounded
.
"
Since
we
did
n't
make
it
back
before
sunset
,
probably
.
Could
be
dead
in
an
hour
--
I
do
n't
know
how
long
it
takes
if
you
do
n't
get
the
Serum
.
Course
,
we
'll
be
dead
,
too
,
so
do
n't
get
all
weepy
for
him
.
Yep
,
we
'll
all
be
nice
and
dead
soon
.
"
He
said
it
so
matter-of-factly
,
Thomas
could
hardly
process
the
meaning
of
the
words
.
But
fast
enough
,
the
dire
reality
of
the
situation
began
to
hit
Thomas
,
and
his
insides
turned
to
rot
.
"
We
're
really
going
to
die
?
"
he
asked
,
unable
to
accept
it
.
"
You
're
telling
me
we
have
no
chance
?
"
"
None
.
"
