Cursed Peace (Minho x Reader)

All for Naught

Minho's Pov:
He left her alone for 2 hours tops. 2 HOURS! He knew he shouldn't have left her. Now she was hurt and he couldn't even protect her.

Minho ran through the doors back into the sunny and warm glade. The runners were usually greeted by the track hoes who tended to the crops and gardens close to the walls. Today was different, today everyone seemed to be missing. Minho kept running until in the near distance he finally found someone. Well that someone turned out to be everyone. The entire glade was huddled in a large circle with half of them yelling and the others looked to be in shock. What the shuck happened? His fellow gladers were finally close enough for him to make out what was going on. Out of the circle emerged Ben being hauled away by Gally, face ashen and eyes a demonic black with grime dribbling from his chin. It couldn't be— Ben had been stung. How could he have been stung during the day?! Minho knew that if the grievers were now attacking during the day then the slime he and (Y/n) found would be more important than they thought and that he and his runners were no longer safe.

Minho fed up from a day of running hurriedly walked towards the distant group making a beeline for his commander looking for answers. Then the worst happened. Alby and Fry emerged from the group with someone's arms draped over their shoulders as their legs stood weakly unable to properly support their weight. They lifted their head and as their (h/c) parted Minho saw (Y/n's) tired, blood covered face. His eyes met hers and he bolted for the group without a moments hesitation.

"(Y/n) what the shuck happened to you?!"

"Minh- I didn thin you'd be bac— yet."

Her words were slurring and she looked as if her brain had turned to mush. Her eyes were lazily opened and clearly glazed over and her head bobbed around as she attempted to keep looking at him. Newt came up beside the keeper of the runners and answered his question.

"Ben decided to murder the greenie and (Y/n) here got in the way. She put up a bloody good fight."

"Clint what's the damage?"

"Dislocated arm and a possible broken nose. I've fixed her arm but I need to take her back to the med hut to see if she's got a severe concussion."

Minho was internally panicking at this point. (Y/n) had gotten battered up from god knows what plenty of times but it'd never been this bad. Ben almost ripped her shucking arm off by the sounds of it. Fry and Alby started to move her towards the med hut before Minho jumped in.

"Hey let me I'll get her over there quicker."

"You sure Minho she's a bit of a deadweight right now."

Minho gave Fry the look and the two boys happily passed the girl over to him. He swiftly put one arm under her legs and the other behind her back avoiding hurting her arm. Adjusting her slightly to distribute her weight Minho began walking to the med hut occasionally looking down at her. (Y/n) was snuggled into him with her eyes closed either letting them rest or she'd blacked out. He admired her sleeping face until he remembered that her nose and upper lip was covered in her drying blood from the fight. He couldn't help himself as he internally laughed Who's the shank now?

Stepping inside the small hut Minho walked to one of the old rickety cots and laid her down gently to try and avoid hurting her further. Clint could be heard behind him fiddling with vials and bandages. Stepping around Minho he kneeled beside the cot and began examining (Y/n) for any serious damage. Gently pressing his fingers around her nose he felt for anything broken.

"Well the good news is there's nothing broken but she's going to have a splitting headache when she wakes up. I'd keep her in the glade tomorrow and give her a day to recover."