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Thomas
regretted
having
come
inside
in
the
first
place
--
but
he
did
want
to
talk
to
that
Newt
guy
.
He
started
up
the
stairs
.
Each
step
groaned
and
creaked
under
his
weight
;
he
might
've
stopped
for
fear
of
falling
through
the
old
wood
if
he
were
n't
leaving
such
an
awkward
situation
below
.
Up
he
went
,
wincing
at
every
splintered
sound
.
The
stairs
reached
a
landing
,
turned
left
,
then
came
upon
a
railed
hallway
leading
to
several
rooms
.
Only
one
door
had
a
light
coming
through
the
crack
at
the
bottom
.
"
The
Changing
!
"
Gally
shouted
from
below
.
"
Look
forward
to
it
,
shuck-face
!
"
As
if
the
taunting
gave
Thomas
a
sudden
burst
of
courage
,
he
walked
over
to
the
lit
door
,
ignoring
the
creaking
floorboards
and
laughter
downstairs
--
ignoring
the
onslaught
of
words
he
did
n't
understand
,
suppressing
the
dreadful
feelings
they
induced
.
He
reached
down
,
turned
the
brass
handle
,
and
opened
the
door
.
Inside
the
room
,
Newt
and
Alby
crouched
over
someone
lying
on
a
bed
.
Thomas
leaned
in
closer
to
see
what
the
fuss
was
all
about
,
but
when
he
got
a
clear
look
at
the
condition
of
the
patient
,
his
heart
went
cold
.
He
had
to
fight
the
bile
that
surged
up
his
throat
.
The
look
was
fast
--
only
a
few
seconds
--
but
it
was
enough
to
haunt
him
forever
.
A
twisted
,
pale
figure
writhing
in
agony
,
chest
bare
and
hideous
.
Tight
,
rigid
cords
of
sickly
green
veins
webbed
across
the
boy
's
body
and
limbs
,
like
ropes
under
his
skin
.
Purplish
bruises
covered
the
kid
,
red
hives
,
bloody
scratches
.
His
bloodshot
eyes
bulged
,
darting
back
and
forth
.
The
image
had
already
burned
into
Thomas
's
mind
before
Alby
jumped
up
,
blocking
the
view
but
not
the
moans
and
screams
,
pushing
Thomas
out
of
the
room
,
then
slamming
the
door
shut
behind
them
.
"
What
're
you
doing
up
here
,
Greenie
!
"
Alby
yelled
,
his
lips
taut
with
anger
,
eyes
on
fire
.
Thomas
felt
weak
.
"
I.
.
.
uh
...
want
some
answers
,
"
he
murmured
,
but
he
could
n't
put
any
strength
in
his
words
--
felt
himself
give
up
inside
.
What
was
wrong
with
that
kid
?
Thomas
slouched
against
the
railing
in
the
hallway
and
stared
at
the
floor
,
not
sure
what
to
do
next
.
