One is the loneliest number - Minho TMR

EPILOGUE

Her heart swells slightly as Janson delivers the news. She had waited days, but it felt like an eternity. Anticipation pulses through her veins as she leaps from her chair, pushing past Janson and sprinting down the hallway. People stare, but she doesn't care. The long hallway suddenly seems even longer. Minutes pass, but she can't wait to see her again.

Her sister. Teresa. Her partner in crime. Her best friend. Her everything.

For days, Brie felt miserable. The guilt was eating her alive. She wasn't the one who sent her sister into that maze, but she watched from afar. She wanted to do something, anything, but being a hero wasn't her thing. She was the coward who watched from a safe distance as the hero took all the glory. Sometimes she minded, but most of the time she didn't.

Suddenly, she halted. The white door greeted her. Her sister was behind this door. Yet, she couldn't find the courage to open it. Teresa wouldn't recognize her anymore. She wouldn't be able to hug her. She couldn't even talk to her because that would look weird. Yet, she had to do something. The guilt was worsening with every breath she took, making her heart tight and her shoulders heavy.

She sniffled, fixing her hair and pushing the golden locks behind her ears, which were lightly tinted pink. She whispered some encouraging words and grabbed her notepad to make it seem like she was just there for professional reasons. Brie's fingers touched the cold door handle as she pushed it down, meeting all the new candidates.

They all looked different, yet alike. Brie had seen thousands of young boys and girls and had started to forget how they looked. It wasn't worth it anyways. They disappeared after a few days and she would never see them again. She greeted Thomas with a smile, who looked at her, confused. He probably recognized her but couldn't place it. She looked around the room before stepping to her colleague, Tim.

"Good morning, Tim. You wouldn't know where subject A1 is, would you?" The man only responded with a shrug, half ignoring her as he was busy with another patient. He had blonde hair and was very tall. She recognized him immediately.

Newt. That day, the day that he attempted, Brie remembered trying to save him, sending all the Grievers the other way and making the vine wrap around his leg. She'd hoped he would dangle above the ground, not even hitting it. It turned out that was not the case. He snapped his leg in four places, and due to the limited resources in the Glade, he now had a permanent limp. She looked at him, her blue eyes glimmering with guilt. He never asked to be saved. Maybe it was better if she hadn't saved him at all. It was selfish anyway. She couldn't bear to watch him die on her shift, so she prevented him from doing it at all.

The boy stared back at her, noticing her sudden mood shift. He thought that maybe they knew each other before the maze, yet he didn't recognize her one bit. She sent him a reassuring smile before looking around for Teresa again. The blonde girl noticed a separate room in the corner and decided that was where she'd be. She passed Thomas again, noticing his curious look and a boy on the treadmill. She ignored the two of them and entered the room.

White walls, white bed. Everything was white. It might be her least favorite color. Doctor Mills was hovering above a body, a body that she recognized as Teresa's. Her black hair hadn't changed one bit. Nothing really changed about her. Brie didn't know why she thought it would. Her sister's blue eyes were closed and her breathing was calm and stable. She was dressed in the typical hospital gown, and Brie remembered how she always said how boring and ugly they were.

Her own breathing hitched as she stood next to the doctor, eyes firmly on Teresa. She blinked the stupid tears away and grabbed her warm hand, squeezing it for reassurance.

"Is she going to be okay?" she dared to ask, her soft voice coming out of her full, pinkish lips. Her teeth sank into her bottom lip as she scanned her body. Nothing seemed physically wrong with her, but the maze could do a lot of mental damage. Like with Newt. Brie doubted Teresa would have any trauma because she only spent around three or four days in there. Maybe even less.

The doctor sent her a nod and a smile. They had been colleagues for a long time and respected each other. It was as simple as that. "We're just restoring her memories. No worries, we've done it a bunch of times."

A little weight dropped off her shoulders, not a lot, but just enough so that a sigh escaped her mouth. "Thank God. Do you think she would recognize me right now?" she asked, pushing another lock behind her ear.

The woman thought for a while, staring at the sleeping girl as she finished taking some blood. "Maybe," Brie's ears perked up at her answer. "You guys had a strong connection, but I don't think she would have remembered you fully."

The girl nodded, letting the older woman know she understood. She fidgeted with her pen before squeezing Teresa's hand again and thanking Doctor Mills before exiting the room and actually doing her job. She spent the next few hours evaluating the results of the boy on the treadmill.

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