𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍, thomas ³

𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒆𝒏, safe haven

REDEMPTION.
[ chapter nineteen ]

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

A GROAN RATTLES THROUGH Evelyn's body as her conscious returns to her fully. Her eyes fly open at the feeling of unfamiliar surroundings and instantly she's sitting up. Her hand subconsciously drops to her abdomen, and she winces at the contact before dropping her gaze to the bandages wrapped around her middle. Tilting her head, she runs her eyes over to her bandaged arm, presumably where she was burnt due to the numb feel of her skin.

She raises her head again, this time taking in the small room around her. She stares up at the wooden walls and the sheet of fabric hung over the door for privacy. Her breath gets caught in her throat as her mind tricks her into believing she's back in the medjack hut in the Glade. Then that agonising thought leads her to remembering the events before her eventual blackout, causing her to squeeze her eyes shut and lower her chin to her chest.

"Eve, I have your fresh bandage," A voice blows through the thin door before they groan, "Why am I even bothering to speak to you? You're literally half dead and unconscious."

She turns to glance over her shoulder at the sound of her best friend and watches as he stumbles awkwardly inside with his back to her. He drops a roll of bandage down onto the small beside table before finally whirling around to look at her. Then he lets out a high pitch scream, causing a weak smile to break across her face.

His hands fly to his face, trying to hide himself from her, "You shank," He takes a deep breath, before meeting her gaze, "How long have you been awake?"

She shrugs, her voice croaky as she speaks, "About two minutes."

Kicking a small stool to beside her bed, Minho takes a seat before leaning back and grabbing the bandages. She watches carefully as he unravels it before gently grabbing her burned arm.

"Awh, look at you, Medjack Minho." She laughs quietly, noticing his concentrated gaze as he focuses on safely unwrapping her injury.

"Shut up," He grumbles, before a smile bursts onto his lips and he raises his eyes to look up at her, "We've missed you." He'd missed her.

Biting down another tease, Evelyn hums lowly before moving her gaze down to her lap as he works on her arm, "Is he. . .?"

Minho sighs. He had seen the question coming from a mile away, but he didn't expect Evelyn to be so gentle with it, "Alive? Yes. Thomas is very much alive. He's still unconscious, but in a hut just like this a few metres away," He explains and she lets out a sigh of relief, before he mutters, "I have no clue how you're even alive, Eve. You were bleeding out for a long time, you should be dead. And I don't know how you've woken up before Thomas, he was better off than you."