Here you were - the Safe Haven. it had taken so long to make this place possible, but you did it. The night was cold, but you couldn't sleep. Not when you knew Minho's nightmares had come back. Almost every night, he would have nightmares - possibly memories - of when WCKD was trying to create a cure from his blood.

You were laying in your hammock with Minho as he slept, his head buried in the crook of your neck with one arm wrapped limply around your abdomen. suddenly, he began to whimper, cold sweat falling down his forehead as he held onto you tighter, his body shaking slightly.