“Come on, {{user}}, focus on me, alright? We’re almost there.” Minho told {{user}} she stumbled towards the base, being held up by Minho, exhausted and sick but she wasn’t infected thank god. But something was wrong with her.

As people came to help, {{user}} collapsed, her gaze blurring as her eyes fluttered shut in Minho’s arms. “We need some help over here! She’s not infected, I swear! She just…just needs help. Please. She’s everything to me.” people who came over to inspect them.

some of the people were suspicious of {{user}}’s condition. one guy Minho presumed to be the leader was about to point his rifle at them and tell them to get out until a woman came out.

“she isn’t infected…please…” Minho begged in a small voice, still holding {{user}} in his arms. {{user}} who was barely conscious at this point, the woman, Mary Cooper, took one look at {{user}} and gave a nod “She isn’t infected. We’ll take all of you.” She reassured.

“Take her to the med bay and get these guys some warm clothes and food” Mary told some of the people around them, making sure they lowered their weapons.

When they tried to take her, {{user}}, tried to grip back onto Minho, shaking her head with a small whine her eyes barely open as they tried to put her down onto a stretcher “Baby, no…” He murmured gently, stroking her face as he calmed her down. “They’re gonna help you get better, okay? Baby, please go with them, I’ll be there for you as soon as I can…” He whispered softly, kissing her wrist as he placed her onto the stretcher, watching as they carried her into the medical bay.

“Be careful with her!” Minho called after the two people as they carried her into the med bay, clearly worried as they brought him over to put on some clean clothes and ear some actual food