40 | the one where they were close

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The only good thing about that place was that they allowed her to shower. The water was bad on her wound and she finally got to take a good look at it — the bullet had grazed her and it would surely leave a scar for her remaining shortened lifespan.

As she washed off the dirt and blood, she couldn't help but think back to the Glade, when Minho would stand guard outside the shower so none of the other boys would peek on her. She wondered when she would start forgetting, when would the Flare start eating her brain alive and taking away all her memories of Minho, Newt, Frypan and all her friends. She would forget Chuck and Gally, who they'd left behind in that room with the supposed corpse of Ava Paige. She would forget Clint and Jeff and Winston and Ben and Theo and everyone else. All her friends from the Glade, friends who were dead now but still precious to her.

And she would forget them just because she happened to not be immune.

If she wasn't immune, did that mean the others might not be either? Were Thomas, Newt and Frypan immune? Were Chuck and Gally and Alby? How many were immune and how many not? Why were they mixed? Why did WICKED keep the non immunes? So many questions and so little time to find answers.

After she was done with her shower, she was provided with a set of dark blue sweatpants and sweater. 'Property of WICKED', it said on the back. Fitting, very fitting, as WICKED basically owned them at this point. It felt almost dehumanizing, but considering she wasn't going to be a human for much longer, she didn't care anymore.

She wondered how Minho would handle it. He would move on, right? She wanted him to, she didn't want him to spend his whole life mourning her. She wanted him to find love again, someone who would love him as much as she does, as much as it hurt. Maybe she could write him a letter, just in case. Teresa seems to be willing to help and even though she would never trust her again, she had nothing to loose and could ask her to give him her letter. Just as a goodbye.

She was led through a bunch of hallways again, quickly loosing track of where they were going. She was brought into a medical room with a few doctors buzzing around, each of them clad in isolation suits from head to toe. There was a medical bed that was propped up, most likely awaiting Y/n. The soldiers led her over and sat her down, strapping her wrists and ankles to it. She didn't struggle, she had no fight in her anymore. She knew she was going to die, so she couldn't do anything but wait anymore.

Teresa walked in, a small smile on her face. She greeted the doctors in the room before making her way to the chair next to Y/n's bed. She didn't say anything as she rolled up Y/n's sleeve, revealing the darkening veins starting from her wrist. They hadn't grown much since an hour ago. Her neck started to itch again and she tried to scratch it on her good shoulder, but it barely did anything.

''Y/n, listen.'' She looked at Teresa, though her eyes furrowed, showing she was hostile. Teresa was holding up a needle with blue liquid in it. ''This is called Bliss. It's not the real cure yet, but it slows down the Flare. Like it had with Brenda. I can keep supplying you with this until we find the real cure, so you can live.''

Y/n didn't say anything. She didn't know what to say, it felt wrong, really wrong to be accepting this product of another kid's torture.

''This one, specifically,'' Teresa said as she lightly tapped the glass with her nail. ''This one's from Minho. See, he can help you.''

Y/n almost wanted to laugh again. In some sick and twisted way, the universe had decided that this was going to be how she would feel close to Minho. She shook her head, the itch intensifying and her head pounding. ''I don't want it. You tortured it out of Minho, I don't want it.''

''It's for your own good, Y/n,'' Teresa said as she wiped the crook of her arm with a cotton pan, disinfecting he spot.

''Are you deaf, slinthead? I said I don't want it!'' Y/n told her, trying to wiggle out of her restraints, but it was no use. ''Stop it! Stop, I don't want it!''

She continued to trash around, making Teresa's job harder. The doctors around her noticed the situation and quickly rushed over, five of them holding her down as stable as they could. Teresa wasted no time, ignoring Y/n's muffled screams as she inserted the needle in Y/n's arm.

Y/n's body stiffened as the liquid entered her bloodstream. A sudden feeling of relaxation filled her. She stopped struggling against the doctors as the cure from Minho ran through her veins. This time, she felt a small tear escape her eye, letting her eyes droop until they closed. She heard shuffling as the doctors let of her, letting her lay limp on the bed. She heard Teresa thanking them and then a hand on her cheek, wiping the tear away.

''It's going to be okay, Y/n. Minho will save you.''

She didn't want him to save her, not like that. Darkness consumed her before she could protest.

Minho opened his eyes, squinting slightly at the sun shining down on him. Trees and grass surrounded him and he furrowed his eyebrows, sitting up. Upon scanning his surroundings, his eyes widened. The four familiar stone walls surrounding him once again.

''No,'' he whispered. He spun around, making sure he wasn't dreaming. Or maybe he was. Maybe it was just another simulation. But this seemed so real. But all simulations were real. But how can they be so real? It was messing with his brain too much.

A figure darted past him and he watched their back. That familiar back he ran behind in the Maze for a year and a half. ''Y/n?'' he whispered. But no, that couldn't be true, he saw Y/n earlier, he saw her captured by WICKED. Why was she there? She was supposed to be safe, what happened? How did they get her?

Or was that a dream, too? Did WICKED only exist in his head, as a replacement of the Creators? Maybe he really was back in the Glade, maybe it really was all in his head. But where's everyone? Why's it so empty? There were so many uncut trees, there was no Homestead, no Gladers. It was like back in the first days of the Glade, when they had nothing, but Y/n wasn't there, so why was she here now?

''Y/n!'' He yelled as he took off after her. He needed answers and he needed Y/n. ''Y/n, wait up!''

He heard that familiar laugh, the one he loved and missed and dreamt of all the time. She turned around, a smile on her face. ''Come on, Minho, we still have to run the Maze!''

Looking up, he realized the sun was setting — the Maze was going to close soon. As if on cue, the Maze doors started closing, but Y/n didn't stop. She seemed to be picking up her pace, beckoning him to follow. ''Y/n, wait!'' he yelled out to her, but he kept going, too, because he couldn't let her go in the Maze.

She crossed the line of the Maze, running all the way in and stopping just in front of the doors, as if waiting for him. Minho sprinted as fast as he can, the doors almost closing on him. Much like Thomas had before, Minho squeezed in through the tight gap, almost getting squished in between, but he made it, falling down on the ground. He panted, looking up as a familiar pair of sneakers appeared in front of his eyes.

He looked up and there she was, his girl, his Y/n, kneeling in front of him. She reached her hands out, cupped his cheeks. ''You came for me, Minho.''

''Of course I did. I'll always come for you,'' Minho said as he kneeled down properly. He watched Y/n as she gave him one of her warm smiles, then she started pulling him closer, closer and closer until their lips touched. But her lips were cold, almost lifeless and it was weird, but Minho missed her so much he didn't even care. He put one hand behind her neck, deepening the kiss as his eyes closed, enjoying it. It's been so long since they last kissed, back at camp at the Right Arm, when they were talking about their future together. But that was long gone now — or had it even happened? Had they ever left the Glade?

She slowly removed her hands from his cheeks and then pulled back. Once she was completely out of his touch, Minho opened his eyes to find no Y/n in front of him, just a dark tunnel, like the one they'd gone through when leaving the Maze.

''Y/n?'' he called out loudly, standing up and spinning around. ''Y/n, where'd you go?''

There was no answer. Not in words, at least. A mechanical whirring came from one side of the corridor, behind his back. His breath hitched as he realized what was coming for him. A Griever.

Teresa observed from outside the room, alongside Ava Paige. She was quiet as she watched Minho breathing heavily through the stress he was experiencing in the simulation. He panted, grunted, yelled. But at the end of the day, when Teresa remembered Y/n's relaxed face and fading black veins, she knew this was for the greater good.

''NO! NO! Y/N! NO!'' Minho yelled from inside, loud enough for Teresa to hear, too.

WICKED is good, and she wholeheartedly believed that, even if Thomas and the others didn't.


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