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He
almost
stopped
walking
altogether
when
he
spotted
Gally
up
ahead
,
arms
folded
and
glaring
,
but
he
kept
moving
.
It
took
every
ounce
of
his
willpower
,
but
he
looked
directly
into
Gally
's
eyes
,
never
breaking
contact
.
When
he
got
to
within
five
feet
,
the
other
boy
's
stare
fell
to
the
ground
.
It
almost
disturbed
Thomas
how
good
that
felt
.
Almost
.
The
next
few
minutes
were
a
blur
Escorted
into
the
Homestead
by
a
couple
of
Med-jacks
,
up
the
stairs
,
a
glimpse
through
a
barely
ajar
door
of
someone
feeding
the
comatose
girl
in
her
bed
--
he
felt
an
incredibly
strong
urge
to
go
see
her
,
to
check
on
her
--
into
their
own
rooms
,
into
bed
,
food
,
water
,
bandages
.
Pain
.
Finally
,
he
was
left
alone
,
his
head
resting
on
the
softest
pillow
his
limited
memory
could
recall
.
But
as
he
fell
asleep
,
two
things
would
n't
leave
his
mind
.
First
,
the
word
he
'd
seen
scrawled
across
the
torso
of
both
beetle
blades
--
WICKED
--
ran
through
his
thoughts
again
and
again
.
The
second
thing
was
the
girl
.
Hours
later
--
days
for
all
he
knew
--
Chuck
was
there
,
shaking
him
awake
.
It
took
several
seconds
for
Thomas
to
get
his
bearings
and
see
straight
.
He
focused
in
on
Chuck
,
groaned
.
"
Let
me
sleep
,
you
shank
.
"
"
I
thought
you
'd
want
to
know
.
"
Thomas
rubbed
his
eyes
and
yawned
.
"
Know
what
?
"
He
looked
at
Chuck
again
,
confused
by
his
big
smile
.
"
He
's
alive
,
"
he
said
.
"
Alby
's
okay
--
the
Serum
worked
.
"
