𝗠𝘂𝗹𝘁𝗶𝗳𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗼𝗺 𝗜𝗺𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘀

TMR~Thomas~Escape

As I lie on the cold, hard floor of my cell, my body trembling with pain and exhaustion, I can't help but wonder if Thomas and the others will ever come for me. It feels like an eternity since we were captured by WCKD, since they started their brutal experiments on us, trying to extract the cure from our blood.

I can barely move anymore, my muscles shredded from the constant torture and injections. The pain is like nothing I've ever experienced before, a never-ending nightmare that threatens to consume me completely. But through it all, I hold on to the hope that Thomas will find a way to rescue me, to bring me back to safety and freedom.

"Hey, stranger," a voice whispers beside me, and I turn my head to see Minho, his face pale and gaunt with suffering. We have been through so much together, him and I, and I can see in his eyes the same flicker of hope that burns within me.

"Hey, Minho," I manage to whisper back, my voice barely above a hoarse whisper. "Do you think they'll come for us? Thomas and the others, I mean?"

Minho's expression is grim as he shakes his head. "I don't know, Y/N. But we can't give up hope. We have to believe that they'll find us, that they'll rescue us from this hell."

I nod, trying to muster up the strength to hold on to that belief. But as the hours drag on and the pain intensifies, it becomes harder and harder to cling to that hope, to believe that anyone will come to save us from this nightmare.

Suddenly, the door to our cell creaks open, and a group of WCKD guards enter, their faces masked in cold indifference. I try to push myself up, to show them that I am still strong, that I will not be broken by their cruelty. But my body betrays me, and I collapse back onto the floor, weak and helpless.

One of the guards approaches me, a syringe in hand, and I flinch away from him, my heart pounding with fear. "No, please," I whimper, but he ignores my pleas and plunges the needle into my arm, injecting me with yet another dose of pain and suffering.

As the darkness begins to close in around me, I hear Minho's voice beside me, filled with anguish and despair. "Y/N, stay strong. Don't give up. We will survive this, together."

But his words are lost on me as I slip into unconsciousness, my mind drifting into a murky void of pain and fear. Will Thomas and the others ever find us? Will they be able to save us from this living nightmare?

When I finally wake, it is to the sound of distant voices and the clatter of footsteps approaching. I try to sit up, to see who has come to our rescue, but my body is too weak, too broken to obey my commands.

And then, suddenly, he's there, standing in the doorway of our cell, his face twisted with anger and determination, as he wears one of the guards' suits, with Newt and Gally beside him. "Thomas," I breathe, relief flooding through me as I see him, my love, my savior.

"Y/N, Minho," he says, his voice firm and steady. "We're getting you out of here. Hold on, just a little longer."

I nod weakly, tears pricking at the corners of my eyes as Thomas and the others begin to work to free us from our chains, to lift us from the floor and carry us to safety. I feel myself being cradled in Thomas' strong arms, his touch gentle and comforting against my battered body.

"We're going to get you out of here, babe," he whispers in my ear, his voice filled with fierce determination. "I promise you, we will never let them hurt you again."

And as he carries me out of that hellish place, through corridors filled with enemies and danger, I know that I am safe, that I am loved, that I am finally free.