Thomas cursed under his breath as soldiers thundered past him. He had no idea where in the building he was, and there was no end to the steady flow of soldiers stampeding past the closet in which he crouched.

Way to shuck-face. Way to screw up another rescue mission.

The boots seemed to fade, and Thomas leaned slightly on the door to open it. But as quickly as they faded, another wave started, and Thomas hastily pulled the door shut with a "Shit" under his breath.

Why the hell hadn't they had a proper plan?

This was all because of him.

Minho getting stung.

The destruction of Herdade.

Newt getting captured in the first place.

Suddenly it seemed like the closet was getting smaller, and Thomas's breathing grew rapidly, as he flashed back to the boots storming through the Last City, guns at the ready, just like the ones that were echoing outside his door now.

Calm down Tommy. Breathe. Newt's voice appeared in Thomas's head, and Thomas pictured his friend kneeling next to him, his hand firmly clamped on his shoulder. Thomas's breathing slowed.

That's better. Now, where do you want to go? Newt's British accent rang through his ears.

The Medical wing. Thomas replied.

Good. Where are you now?

I don't know! I don't know, I don't know! Thomas started hyperventilating again.

Just breathe Tommy. You're alright. Remember the map that Gally showed you. You need to go west, right?

Yeah.

Wait till the soldiers are gone Tommy. They'll pass. Keep your gun at the ready. Move west. That's left down the hall. You've been here before Tommy. You remember the building. I believe in you. You can do this.

Thomas could almost feel Newt's hand heavily clasping his shoulder, but as he reached his own hand up to cover it, he touched empty fabric. Newt always knew how to calm him down, and motivate him at the same time.

Even if he wasn't there.

The thumping of the boots ceased, and Thomas waited through 30 seconds of silence before throwing the broom closet door open. Drawing his gun, he kept it trained ahead of him as he proceeded down the hallway.

He knew this hallway.

He'd been down this hallway before. Sure enough, as he ran, he passed the doors leading into the cafeteria. The picnic tables still sat, slightly dusty, and Thomas could almost still see all those refugees eating and laughing at those tables.

Thinking they were finally safe.

Thomas remembered watching Teresa walk down this hallway. This was the way to the Medical Wing.

And also that horrid lab where they…

Thomas shuddered at the memory, but kept running.

He remembered running down this hallway when they were trying to escape the first time. Trying to rescue Teresa from their clutches.

Thomas turned a corner and almost smacked into a glass door, marking an entryway to a maze of glass doors, beeping machinery, gurneys and blood.

The Medical Wing.

Gally threw open the door to the Maintenance Lab, the serum vial sweaty against his palm. He had left Minho in one of the cells, laying on the ground underneath a table. He opened the door and jumped slightly at Minho standing straight up, eyes looking hungry with hysteria as he drooled menacingly. Gally's eyes widened as he slammed the door shut again, and Minho threw himself against the bars, growling. Gally loaded the serum into the needle with shaking hands, trying not to look at Minho and the growing wound on his shoulder.

Like Ben.

"C'mon Minho. Nice and slow, let's fix you up." Gally proceeded cautiously towards the bars, needle extended, trying not to look into Minho's cloudy eyes. The Asian boy let out a low growl, and tried to scratch at Gally through the bars.

Gally jumped, and ran a sweaty hand through his hair. "Jesus Christ." he muttered. How the hell was he going to give Minho the serum if the guy wouldn't let him get close?

Gally kept his eyes trained on Minho as he surreptitiously reached into his coat, pulling out a button that had fallen off sometime in the Scorch, which he put in his jacket for safekeeping. Keeping his hand low, he flicked the button across the cell, landing with a clatter near the opposite wall. Minho's head perked up with curiosity, and he wandered over to the sound. Gally took advantage of the opportunity, and slipped inside the cell, the injector at the ready. Minho, realizing he had been tricked, let out an inhuman roar, and lunged towards Gally, who was unprepared for the sudden attack, and Minho's hands found their way around Gally's throat.

Gally's eyes widened as he was thrown up against the wall, locked in a struggle with Minho, who looked so un-Minho that Gally wouldn't be surprised if this thing decided to start spontaneously dancing.

As Minho's grip tightened, Gally could slowly feel his airways closing, and his vision started to black around the edges as he gasped for air. He fought desperately to move Minho's hands, but Minho was strong, and his hands wouldn't budge. But un-Minho didn't seem to recognize the decline of the other boy.

Or didn't seem to care.

Gally's started to panic, and his grip around the syringe started to loosen.

I'm dying.

The thought hit Gally with the force of a punch, and Gally let out an internal roar. He wouldn't die like this. Not this way, not here, not now. With as much force as he could muster, he swung the syringe forwards and into Minho's arm, the one that had the frightening looking wound staining its shoulder.

The surprise pinch caused Minho to drop his hands in shock, and Gally massaged his throat, gasping for air.

The effect was almost instantaneous.

The black veins immediately started constricting, and the wound slowly closed, until only a red tint was left to the surrounding skin. Minho's eyes became less wild, and his breathing slowed.

In short, he looked like Minho again.

"Gally?" Minho looked up at the other boy in shock, looking back and forth between his hands and Gally. "I could have killed you!"

"Yeah, but you didn't." Gally got up shakily, and fiddled with his gun.

Minho glanced around the cell. "Where's Thomas?"

"I sent him ahead."

"You did WHAT?" Minho got up quickly, staring Gally down. "Are you nuts? Sending that shank alone? What were you thinking?"

"Look, calm down. It's alright. I sent Thomas ahead while I got the serum, and I created a security diversion. All the guards are in the southeast wing. Completely across the building from us and him." Gally clarified.

"So that's the siren that woke me up." Minho suddenly looked horrified. "Wait a minute. If all the guards and scientists get down there, and nothing is there, aren't they going to suspect something? And be looking for Thomas? It's going to be even worse!"

"Shit." The realization dawned on Gally.

"We gotta get over there!"

"What?" Gally looked bemused.

"We have to buy Thomas some time. Keep them distracted long enough so that Newt and Thomas can get out. Then we'll meet them somewhere."

Gally still stood frozen.

"Damnit Gally! Come on!" Minho grabbed Gally by the arm and half-dragged him towards the door, until Gally came to his senses and followed Minho, both running into what both of them very much knew could be their death.