The air was warm, salt-kissed and heavy with the scent of freedom. Waves crashed softly in the distance, mingling with the low murmur of voices and the quiet hum of a world finally at peace. Safe Haven. A place that once seemed like a myth… now real. Thomas sat in a folding chair at your bedside, one hand wrapped tightly around yours as if afraid you'd slip away again. His eyes, bloodshot and rimmed with exhaustion, never left your face — watching, waiting, hoping

You had been unconscious for four days

After collapsing on the Berg, your body had gone into shock. WCKD’s experiments had pushed you to the edge — but just like Thomas, you were immune. They’d confirmed it too late. Still, someone had gotten their hands on the cure and injected it, just in time

He hadn’t left your side once

Then… your fingers twitched

Your eyelids fluttered, lashes heavy and dry. Your body ached. Breathing hurt. But the moment your eyes opened, adjusting slowly to the sunlight filtering through the tent canopy, the first thing you saw was him

“Thomas…”Your voice cracked, so soft it was almost inaudible — but to him, it was everything

He stood so fast he nearly knocked over the chair, blinking in disbelief"[Your name]"

You tried to sit up, but his hands were already on you, gently easing you back down “Hey, don’t move. You’re okay. You’re okay now.”