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I recommend listening to the song above, The Night We Met by Lord Huron. Thank you ;)
Minho
I was too late.
Too late to save my own girlfriend, the love of my life. The woman who made my life good again, the teen that I was planning to propose to when we escaped WCKD.
And I swear, as I turned that corner, the serum clutched tight in my fist and sprinting as fast as I possibly could, my heart fucking broke into irreparable pieces and the tears would stop drenching my face.
I had instantly rushed to her side, grasping her small frame to my chest and cradling her as if she'd wake up any second.
I shook her again and again, but her lifeless body would only fall limp again after each shake. Newt cried silently next to her body, and Thomas had left the scene, tears lining his brown eyes.
My hair was disheveled, and my eyes red and puffy as the fires roar on around us, Brenda and Gally sprinting around the corner, their hearts in their mouths as they too, see the body on the floor.
"We need to go." Gally forces out, laying a hand on my broad shoulder, tears lining his eyes too.
"I can't." I cry, Sam's head layed in the crook of my bent elbow, as if she was only asleep.
"We'll take her with us, so she can have a proper funeral and burial in the safe haven." Gally says, crouching down to my eye level. "And what about Alex?"
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They had all forced me onto the berg, Sam's body underneath a thin sheet on the berg's floor as Vince moves around her, checking each injury carefully.
He slowly jots down notes into a small notebook, evaluating her state, temperature and other shit that didn't matter right now.
I just wanted her back.
Thomas was unconcious too, and after an exhausting fight with Janson, he was in a stable condition.
We had lost Teresa too, the dark haired teen falling into the flames of a collapsing building, Thomas reaching out for her hand and calling her name.
Slowly and carefully, Vince pulls the blade from Sam's ribcage, a sickening crack filling the air as her rib breaks. I grimace, tearing my eyes away from the wound and onto her beautiful face instead.
"What the bloody hell?" Newt spits out, as his eyes open wide at the sound of the hideous noise.
"It had to come out." Vince mutters, applying pressure the her wound and beginning to patch it up.
My breath hitches in my throat as Sam's eyes move from under her eyelids, but only I had seen this, as I gasp loudly, "did you see that?"
Vince glances at me, utter sympathy swirling in his eyes, "Minho..." he starts, but at the same time as Sam begins to convulse.
She shakes around on the berg's floor, eyes fluttering open, the familiar brown orbs staring back at me before they glaze over with a dark, sinister haze.
Sam growls, beginning to fight off Vince as she attempts to stand to her feet, the crank in full control over her body. She rasps in a shaky breath, coming in and out of sanity and insanity with each passing second. Sam was fighting the crank inside of her.
"Brenda!" Newt cries out, "the serum!"
Brenda reacts quickly, her eyes snapping open as she charges towards my girlfriend, pinning her down and injecting the serum into her neck.
Sam's eyes roll to the back of her head, and she screams out in agony as the cool serum burns through her plagued veins. Minutes pass, as the entire berg, who had been suddenly awoken by her scream, stares in anticipation for her awakening.
Her chest rises and falls steadily, as Vince quickly manoeuvres through the berg, pulling out some rope as he ties her arms and legs to the floor, in case of another attack.
The brunette's eyes open slowly, and the familiar soft brown stares back at me, her bloodshot eyes overwhelmed with hundreds of emotions. "Am I dead?" She rasps out, wheezing as she breathes in and out.
"No, you are very much alive." Vince answers for me, I was speechless. Moments ago, she was lifeless in my arms, and now the unstoppable woman was having a casual conversation with the man she just unknowingly attempted to kill.
She whimpers as she breathes again, "I feel like I had this pain coming."
"You're ribs are broken, which grazed your left lung, and you've fractured your right ankle." Vince relays what he told me earlier, as Sam winces again, "and a mild concussion."
She closes her eyes again, hiding the battle between insanity and sanity swirling in her red-rimmed eyes. Her hands shake as she attempts to control the crank inside of her.
"Don't be afraid to knock me out if I get too much." Sam rasps out, the black substance dripping from her mouth again, as she refers to her other half. The crank.
Vince nods as I grasp Sam's hand, ignoring the shake and jolt of her body as the crank takes over once again, thrashing wildly and tugging at the restraints.
But my hand stays intertwined with her's as she gnashes her teeth like a wild animal and shakes violently.
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Sam had had almost 6 injections of the Bliss since we had left Denver, and she was coming in and out of consciousness every 30 minutes, where she would try to fight of the inner crank and the 'crawling in her brain', as she had called it.
The berg had landed, and it took a group of us to tie her to a stretcher were she would thrash and scream again and again.
Thomas was still unconcious, healing from his serious wounds as he slept.
The kids we had saved from the WCKD headquarters were safe, and all fed and watered as we tucked them into bed, and Alex had cried in my arms when I cradled him again.
My baby boy had finally got his father back.
I had met Sam's mother, Laura, and together we had begun reconstruction on a stretcher with handcuffs attached, whilst we then figured a way to heal Sam, who would constantly plead for death.
The large ship was to be finished in a matter of days, and then we would set sail to the safe haven. To a new life, where we would figure a way to cure Sam and Newt, who was beginning to show some signs of the flare too.
