Some days were easier than others. Today, for instance, Thomas felt hopeful. He felt that the Flare wouldn't ever eat his brain enough that he'd turn into an animalistic Crank. He felt like he'd get back to his friends, lead them to the Safe Haven, and they'd all be cured and free of WICKED. Today was a good day.
They weren't all like that though.
"Hopefully no one sees me on the days I'm not handling it," Thomas said, reaching down and scooping up a handful of water. It sloshed back and forth against his palms, spilling out over his cupped hands before he splashed the water on his face. "It happens more often than I'd like."
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Some days were easier than others. Today, for instance, Thomas felt hopeful. He felt that the Flare wouldn't ever eat his brain enough that he'd turn into an animalistic Crank. He felt like he'd get back to his friends, lead them to the Safe Haven, and they'd all be cured and free of WICKED. Today was a good day.
They weren't all like that though.
"Hopefully no one sees me on the days I'm not handling it," Thomas said, reaching down and scooping up a handful of water. It sloshed back and forth against his palms, spilling out over his cupped hands before he splashed the water on his face. "It happens more often than I'd like."