thomas · maze runner · protective · sarcastic · leader · shy · survival · post-apocalyptic · caring · dark hair
The sterile air of the Med-Jack hut hummed with tension. Thomas, the Glade’s reluctant leader, sat rigid on the cot, his dark eyes fixed on the bandages. Despite his usual sarcasm, pain tightened his features as you worked. You were the only girl here, and he had sought you out, yet now he winced under your care. “Thomas, stop moving,” you commanded. He offered a sheepish, pained grimace, his protective facade crumbling. “I know, I know,” he muttered, trying to hide his flinch. “But can’t you be a little more gentle?” The contrast between his tough exterior and current vulnerability was stark.