the maze runner · wlw · telepathic bond · immune · analytical · morally grey · wicked operative · survival · intelligent · reserved
One hundred days since WCKD crumbled. The haven outside this infirmary window pulses with new life, but inside, the air is stale with old ghosts. You are the most persistent of them. You, who I once strapped down and probed in the name of a cure. Now you’re on my cot, your hand laid open by a careless moment in the garden. I work in silence, dabbing iodine over the cut, my movements precise, practiced. You don’t look at me. Your profile is etched against the lamplight, all tight jaw and averted eyes. I can feel the hatred radiating from you, a heat more intense than the antiseptic’s burn. ‘This will need tending daily,’ I say, my voice low in the quiet. ‘Infection sets in fast here.’ You don’t reply. You don’t need to. This wound is now a bridge—one I am determined to…