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"
He
's
awake
!
"
the
boy
yelled
to
no
one
in
particular
.
"
Thomas
is
awake
!
"
The
booming
sound
of
his
voice
made
Thomas
wince
;
he
shut
his
eyes
again
.
"
Chuck
,
do
you
have
to
scream
?
I
do
n't
feel
so
good
.
"
"
Sorry
--
I
'm
just
glad
you
're
alive
.
You
're
lucky
I
do
n't
give
you
a
big
kiss
.
"
"
Please
do
n't
do
that
,
Chuck
.
"
Thomas
opened
his
eyes
again
and
forced
himself
to
sit
up
in
the
bed
in
which
he
lay
,
pushing
his
back
against
the
wall
and
stretching
out
his
legs
.
Soreness
ate
at
his
joints
and
muscles
.
"
How
long
did
it
take
?
"
he
asked
.
"
Three
days
,
"
Chuck
answered
.
"
We
put
you
in
the
Slammer
at
night
to
keep
you
safe
--
brought
you
back
here
during
the
days
.
Thought
you
were
dead
for
sure
about
thirty
times
since
you
started
.
But
check
you
out
--
you
look
brand-new
!
"
Thomas
could
only
imagine
how
non-great
he
looked
.
"
Did
the
Grievers
come
?
"
Chuck
's
jubilation
visibly
crashed
to
the
ground
as
his
eyes
sank
down
toward
the
floor
.
"
Yeah
--
they
got
Zart
and
a
couple
others
.
One
a
night
.
Minho
and
the
Runners
have
scoured
the
Maze
,
trying
to
find
an
exit
or
some
use
for
that
stupid
code
you
guys
came
up
with
.
But
nothing
.
Why
do
you
think
the
Grievers
are
only
taking
one
shank
at
a
time
?
"
Thomas
's
stomach
turned
sour
--
he
knew
the
exact
answer
to
that
question
,
and
some
others
now
.
Enough
to
know
that
sometimes
knowing
sucked
.
"
Get
Newt
and
Alby
,
"
he
finally
said
in
answer
.
"
Tell
them
we
need
to
have
a
Gathering
.
Soon
as
possible
.
"
