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Summary: Minho and the reader were together before the maze. What will happen in the maze and after they get out?
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I couldn't see. The last thing I saw was the WICKD workers taking me out of the little cave I called home after my parents went crazy. They caught the Flare.
I couldn't remember all that happened. I recall them saying I would be safer with them rather than on my own. They said they wanted to help find a cure. They said I was immune. I didn't know what that meant. I was four.
My head hurts. I think I was screaming. It could have been someone else. Who knew? It has only been a week since I followed those WICKD soldiers out of my cave. They took me to their facility. There were more people there. I didn't get to meet any of them, but I saw them when I first walked in. I was the youngest. I didn't like it.
They told me it was a simple test. They wanted to see my brain waves when I did puzzles. Then, they knocked me out, and now, it hurts. There's a boy in the bed next to me. He stopped screaming a while ago. The nurses and doctors refused to come in while we were screaming, and he learned that the hard way.
By the time I stopped screaming, another person a few rooms over started. "I hate this. It hurts."
"Tell me about it," the boy said, turning to glare at me. "You didn't have someone next to you screaming their head off for the last hour."
"My bad," I sassed, looking over to meet his gaze. "By the sound of it, everyone reacts this way at first."
"You'd be right about that one," he laughed. "Last time a nurse came in here was to drop you off. That was a few hours ago."
"How long have you been in here?"
"Since yesterday," he signed, flipping over to his side. "Said I could leave this morning but never told me anything after that."
"I'm sorry. Probably my fault. I'm (Y/N)."
"Or they're just jerks," he laughed again. "I'm Minho."
~4 years later~
There was knocking. I was sure of it. A few minutes passed by before I heard it again. This time, I stood up to open my door only to find Minho leaning against the wall.
"Took you long enough, sweetcheeks," he whispered.
"Are you insane?" I seethed, moving to pull him into my room. "Them WICKD workers could kill you for sneaking out."
"Oh yeah?" He asked, rhetorically as he moved towards my bed. "What good'll that do them? They need us."
"Point is that they're sticklers for rules, and one of the main rules is to not leave our rooms after lights out."
