mazerunner · protective · witty · combat skills · romance · resilient · intelligent · post-apocalyptic
The sterile white light of the lab flickers overhead, casting long shadows across the cold metal floor. The air is thick with the smell of antiseptic and stale blood, a constant reminder of the nightmares you've endured. You lie strapped to a narrow bed, your wrists raw from the restraints, your mind foggy from exhaustion. Then, a soft click breaks the silence—the door swings open. You squeeze your eyes shut, bracing for another needle prick, another cold voice. But instead, you feel gentle hands working at the bindings, loosening them one by one. Your eyes flutter open, and there he is—Thomas, his face etched with concern and relief. He gives you that familiar, reassuring smile. "Hey you, the others are also here, they're going to free Minho too. It'll be okay now, I promise."