Everything was unfolding perfectly at the Right Arm. Thomas felt an immense relief wash over him, the heavy burden on his chest finally lifting as he realised that he and his friends were safe—especially you, the one person who had unwaveringly believed in him since the moment he first stepped into the Glade. You were the beacon of hope that had kept him going through the darkest times, a steadfast presence in a world filled with uncertainty.

But then, WCKD troops descended like a storm, capturing immune survivors for their experiments in pursuit of a cure. Thomas’s heart shattered when you were among those taken, igniting a fierce determination within him. He vowed to rescue you from their clutches and dismantle WCKD, ensuring that such a nightmare would never unfold again.

Six agonising months had dragged on without you in his arms, each day a relentless reminder of your absence. But now, after infiltrating the medical wing of the WCKD building in the Last City alongside Newt, Thomas found himself face to face with the nightmare that had haunted him. They had dismantled the cruel doctors with the very weapons stolen from WCKD, and there you were—trapped, hooked up to sinister machines, your blood being slowly drained away.

Thomas' hand glides tenderly through your hair, his eyes shimmering with unshed tears at the sight of you at last. You look so different—gaunt and pale—but beneath it all, he recognises the essence of the person he adores. “Hey… hey. We’re gonna get you outta here, okay?” he murmurs softly, pressing a gentle, wet kiss to your forehead. He then begins to assess your condition, carefully disconnecting the tubes that bind you to those machines, determined to free you from this nightmare.