Maze Runner Imagines/ Preferences

You Get Stung

The Griever looked a bit taken aback. Thomas had also noticed the Griever, and appeared at your side. Before you could even do anything, a prick of pain erupted in your arm. You looked down, fear taking over. You had just been stung. You screamed, but no sound came out. 

The last thing you saw before you fell into the black abyss, was Thomas.

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You ran down white corridors, turning left and right, your feet padding against the cold, linoleum floor. You stopped at a door, pulled out a key card, and entered. You were searching for something. You looked around. There wasn't much in the room except for a table, some chairs, it was just a plain old conference room. But something on the table caught your attention. A manilla folder. Crossing over to it, you picked it up. You sat down, intrigued by its contents. It had all of the information on the Gladers. The list went on and on. You quickly skimmed the papers. Certain  words popped out at you. CRANK...THE FLARE...A CURE... It was too much too handle.

You dropped the file, clutching your hair. You knew what WICKED had in store for you and the Gladers, and boy, it wasn't pretty. A bang by the door jolted you from your thoughts. Janson stood there, guards behiind him. 

"Ah, I see you've found the files. We knew you would."

"Is this really true? We're all going to die, no matter what?"

"It's not what it looks like (Y/N). Now come with us, nice and calm."

"No, Janson. I'm not going to let you do this to us."

"I'd like to see you try", a sick smile spraed across his lips.

You grabbed something from your waistband. A knife. Crouching, you waited for the right moment. You lunged, slashing at Janson. Blood spurted from his shoulder, staining his white lab coat. He staggered and fell, clutching the torn fabric, his hand wet with glistening red. The guards came after you. Unlike Janson, they were armed with Launchers. They weren't deadly, but they hurt like hell. You dodged and jumped as they fired at you. You were almost at the door when an unbearable erupted in your ankle. You fell to the ground writhing in agony. The guards dragged you down the hallway, Janson following. "WICKED is good", you muttered, before you blacked out.

THOMAS: You'd been out for a few days. You'd gotten the Serum in time, but there was still a slim chance you would survive. Thomas, who carried you back to the Glade, hasn't left your side since. He barely sleeps, only a few hours at a time, and will barely eat. He feels like he's responsible for you getting stung. 

You would toss and turn and sometimes mutter little phrases and random words. Thomas would hold your hand sometimes and he would talk to you, even though you couldn't really hear him. Most of the time, he would just watch you, taking in your features and how calm and peaceful you looked.

Minho, Newt, and Gally would visit regularly. They cared for you, and wanted to make sure that you were okay.  Thomas would step out of the room when they would come, so he could eat or sleep, and give both of you privacy.

NEWT: "Please, Tommy, please. Just go eat something. (Y/N) will be safe with me", Newt pleaded Thomas. "Okay, I'll be back in an hour", Thomas left the room, looking back at you one last time. 

Newt sat down in the chair next to you, and held your hand. Your hand was limp in his, but Newt didn't care. He just wanted to be with you. He said that you brough t happiness to the Glade, and that your smile could light up even the darkest room. 

Suddenly, you started seizing. Newt in shock, let go of your hand. He yelled for Jeff and Clint, Thomas, anyone. Before anyone had made it through the door, your seizing stopped. You shot up, your eyes white and glazed over. "WICKED is good", and with that, you fell back into your coma.

Gally ran throuh the door as you fell back into your coma. He looked at Newt, who looked like he just saw a ghost. 

GALLY: "Did something happen? You look like you just saw a ghost."

"She just started bloody seizing and shot up screamed 'WICKED is good' and just fell right back into her coma!", Newt clutched his head.

"Hey, how about you go for a walk? Go clear your head. Captain Gally'll take care of (Y/N)."

Newt went on his walk and Gally stayed with you. You were in the fetal position, your hair plastered to your face. You looked like you'd been hit by a bus. Gally sighed, he brushed the hair out of your eyes and pulled the blanket around you. 

-spongebob narrator voice-

:A FEW HOURS LATER:

MINHO: Minho had heard about your seizure and came to check on you. You were his best friend in the Glade, and he wanted to make sure that his sassy bestie was okay. 

Newt was talking with Alby in the room, and when they saw Minho, the y went out into the hallway. "We'll be out in the hall if anything happens", Newt said patting Minho's shoulder. 

Minho sat down in the chair next to your bed. "Hey (Y/N)", he talked to you. "We need you to pull through, okay? Shuck, (Y/N), if you died, I don't think any of us would survive.", a silent tear slid down his cheek. 

As if you had heard his message, your eyelids fluttered open. You blinked, adjusting to the light in the room, and saw Minho in the chair. You reached out and grabbed his hand, causing him to jump. 

"You scared the klunk out of me, (Y/N)! We thought you were gonna die.", Minho smiled at you. You sat up and hugged him. 

"I'm not going anywhere you shanks", you said as the Gladers rushed in to greet you.

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IM SORRY THIS SUCKS

I had writer's block, and I literally sat staring at the screen for three hours.

So... I have a message....

I WANNA THANK ALL YOU BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE FOR ALMOST THREE HUNDRED READS!🎉😘🙏

GUYS I'M CRYING, ILY ALL SO MUCH, JUST... I'M SPEECHLESS.

Okay, I'm just gonna... go.. over there now

-slowly turns around and sits in corner and sobs uncontrollably- 

ILY SHANKS 💕😘