The Maze Runner Reacts and Oneshots

Thomas Reacts to PTSD Flashback

The pads of your feet were aching and your heels were blistered. A day of running the maze was rough but today was unusually difficult. All you could think about was the inevitable visit to the Medjacks of the Glade, Clint and Jeff. The thought made you groan as you turn a sharp left corner of the maze's walls. Being the only girl in a Glade full of overprotective boys made any visit to the Medjacks hot gossip, even if it was just for a bleeding blister.

You hissed in pain and stopped as your foot hit a loose stone, rubbing your bandage off the raw blister.

"Ugh." You stopped, reaching down to see the problem.

"Hey, y/n, we shouldn't stop-"

Thomas went pale as he hurried up to where you were crouching down, holding the bandage.

"You're hurt? You're hurt, shuck, y/n, why didn't you say something-"

Thomas rambled on, but you didn't hear him. You couldn't. Your eyes fixated on the bloody bandage. Almost of their own accord they traveled down to your heel. Your shoe and sock were soaked in sweat, which spread the blood so it looked worse than it was. It looked a lot worse.

The blood, the hurt, it brought it back... it brought the image back.

"No!" You hissed, closing your eyes and clamping your hands over your ears.

The night, the night you got caught in the maze. The running, the scrambling, the fighting for your life. The terror, the feeling of the Griever's claws wrap around your ankle, no escape, no escape... the warm, sticky blood. It was happening again, you saw it! It was real again! You couldn't feel, couldn't breath, you could feel the claws crawling up your leg, you could hear the Griever, it was real!

"Y/N!"

Your head slammed back on the maze wall, and you opened you eyes, panting.

"Y/n, y/n!" Thomas had his arms around you and was frantically yelling your name.

"Thomas, get off-" You pushed him weakly and he stumbled back, panic in his eyes.

"What was that? What-"

"Shuck it. Just... just shuck it. It's getting late, we don't want to get trapped out here. Let's go."

You wrapped the bandage back around your ankle and shakily stood, stumbling back the way you had come.

Thomas ran after you, grabbing your arm.

"Seriously, y/n what on earth-"

"I SAID SHUCK IT THOMAS." You whirled around, knocking his arm off yours. He stepped back at your sharp words, and you avoided his hurt eyes.

"I'm sorry..." You started, but then you felt him wrap his arms around you.

"This was about that night, wasn't it. When you got trapped out here?"

You started to shrug him off, but you didn't feel like fighting it this time.

"I'm alright most of the time, really, Thomas-"

"If you aren't up for being a runner-"

"No, Thomas, don't you get it? I have to be a runner. I have to beat them! I have to... Please, I'm alright now. Let's get back before the doors close."

Thomas was silent for a long moment, staring into your eyes. Finally, he nodded slowly.

"I get it." He mumbled. "I have to run too. But promise me if you get overwhelmed or... or that starts happening again, you'll tell me. I'll protect you."

He reached out to take your hand.

"I'll always protect you, y/n. From anything. Always."

"My hero." You smiled and laughed, for the first time that day. And as Thomas took your hand and you both ran through the maze, it really felt like he was.