Cursed Peace (Minho x Reader)

I know

(Y/n's) Pov:

He wasn't getting any better and she knew it. They all knew it. Alby was groaning on a cot, black veins crawled down his chest from the wound near his right shoulder as he attempted to fill his lungs with air. His face was in a constant contortion of pain.

"We don't even know what this stuff is."

Thomas and Teresa stood in the med hut with Newt and (Y/n) trying to find a way to help Alby. The brown haired boy had presented the second in command the vial that contained a blue liquid. The letters that came on their supply boxes engraved into the metal.

"We don't know who sent it, we don't know why it came up with you. I mean for all we know this thing could kill him."

Newt wasn't buying it so neither would (Y/n). The runner stood beside her oldest friend listening carefully to his words before speaking up.

"As much as I hate to say it I'm gonna have to agree with Newt. We can't risk his life."

A flash of hurt crossed Thomas's eyes when she admitted to not trusting his plan.

"He's already dying. Look at him."

She did. The boy who had cared for her throughout her many years in the glade was clearly in agony. (Y/n) wasn't a med jack but she sure as hell knew that whatever was happening to Alby was going to kill him, and soon.

"How could this possibly make it any worse?"

"Thomas Alby means everything to the glade and using whatever this stuff is could make him worse."

He looked sympathetically towards her, taking a small step forward to move himself closer. Comfortingly Thomas placed both of his hands onto (Y/n's) shoulders and looked her right in the eyes.

"I know. But it's worth a try."

God she hated how easily this shank could persuade her. Newt, from Alby's side, rejoined the debate.

"Alright. Do it."

In all honesty (Y/n) was surprised he'd agreed so easily. The second in command rarely made rash and instant decisions. She couldn't help but be slightly annoyed that he didn't make up his mind as quickly when she presented the idea of allowing seconds at meal times. Especially when Fry made his shucking good pork.

Without looking Newt handed the vial behind himself to Thomas who eagerly took it. Now with a skip in his step Thomas hurried over to kneel beside Alby while the other 3 stood near the med jacks. Wasting no time he was already leaning over the huffing commander ready to insert the syringe and hopefully cure Alby. With baited breaths they all waited. Thomas looked back at them all for confirmation and maybe even a little courage.

"Okay...'

His sentence was cut off as Alby reached up and snatched the boys blue shirt into his fists drawing him closer to his face. (Y/n) let out a gasp from the scare.

"You shouldn't be here! You shouldn't be here!"

He was angrily yelling at the boy that was stuck in his iron clutches, accusingly throwing him around. Newt raced over to Thomas attempting to free him as their usually calm commander lost it. He let out a painful scream.

"You will be the death of her! You'll kill her!"

The second in command along with the greenie were now wrestling Alby to stop his assault and pin him back down.

"Get the syringe!"

(Y/n) hurriedly motioned towards the syringe that was sitting near the cot, right beside Teresa. Not needing to be asked twice she grabbed ahold of it and stabbed it straight into Alby's chest. As soon as the liquid entered his body he immediately calmed. Air was entering his lungs without strain and his body no longer twitched from the pain. They all stared in shock still processing the event. Jeff was the first to break the silence.