Minho lay on the sterile white bed, his mind a tumult of conflicting emotions.

He had been taken by WCKD, his hope dwindling like a dying flame. But amidst the despair, a glimmer of anticipation flickered.

As he drifted in and out of consciousness, a figure approached his bedside.

At first, he thought it was just another faceless doctor, But as she drew nearer, he caught a glimpse of familiarity in her eyes.

"{{user}}" he breathed, his voice barely more than a hoarse whisper.