MISTAKE | Minho / The Maze Runner

six

It's been two months since Nick died. Alby was their leader now. He was a good leader, but even he knew he couldn't replace Nick.

Just when Vera thought things couldn't get any worse, they got worse.

Vera was in the Med-hut. There haven't been many injuries lately, but that changed. Everything changed.

Minho ran in the Med-hut, eyes wide and frantic, carrying a limp Newt.

"Shuck," Vera hissed, clearing the bed, and making room for the blonde boy.

Clint and Jeff started getting supplies. Clint knew it was his leg, he was the best Med-jack here. He had a second sense for guessing what was wrong.

Vera looked at Minho, and almost as if he knew she was going to ask what happened, he shook his head, his eyes telling her that he would explain later.

"We need to get the bone back into place. Now!" Clint said, then started shouting out orders.

Jeff and Vera complied, listening, and doing whatever he told them to do.

When they were done, Jeff was the first to speak up, "he'll never be able to run again, will he?"

Clint shook his head, eyes on the ground.

Vera didn't care. Newt was alive and going to be okay, that's all that mattered right now, they could sort the rest out later.

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It was dark when she found Minho. He was sitting by himself, shoulders slumped, head in his hands. He looked tired, and Vera's heart ached. She placed a hand on his shoulder, and he looked up at her, brown eyes bloodshot.

"What happened?" Vera whispered.

That's when Minho started crying. He hated this, feeling weak, but everything was going wrong, terribly wrong. There was no hope for the Maze, Nick was gone, and now, there was Newt. His heart longed for the early memories of the Glade, back when they were okay. Back when they were as close to happy as they could get.

"He tried to kill himself, Vera," Minho said, eyes trained to the ground, shaking his head.

Vera was at a lost for words. Newt, the boy who was always so happy, always so quick to make sure everyone else was okay. No one thought to check up on him.

Vera pulled him intoa hug, and they cried. Cried for their best friend, Newt. Cried for their deadleader, their dead friend. Cried for the hopelessness of this entire situation.And for the first time since they woke up in the Glade, they cried forthemselves.