Glade Girly | Minho x Reader

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Y/n's POV
Just as we had made our way on top of a sand dune Winston collapsed. He dropped down the slop and started seizing.

"Winston!" We all called and rushed to kneel beside him.

"Come on man" Newt pleaded desperately shaking Winston's leg.

"Teresa turn him on his side, Frypan help me make him a sled." I commanded and in a matter of minutes we had Winston curled in on him self in a make shift cot. I hoped he would be ok there wasn't much out here that I could use the help him.

We all took turns pulling him along and worked together to get him up the big hills but all Winston would do was groan. The poor thing was in so much pain and I guess you would be after nearly having your guts ripped out.

A sandstorm hit and we found shelter under another eroded and buried building. Even after the storm everyone stayed put, we needed to rest.

"Hey buddy" I said softly crawling over to Winston's side. His breathing was rapid and you could see he was in constant discomfort. I didn't expect him to answer but I wanted him to know I was there for him.

"Let's clean you up a bit yea?" I said seeing that he still had sand plastered to his face from when he fell. I poured a little bit of water down his cheek and he flinched away and open his eyes to look at me.

"Y/n" he grunted with a croaky voice.

"Yea it's me how are you feeling?" I said stroking my hand through his hair.

"Y/N!" Winston shouted and caught me off guard knocking me back. He landed on top of me and held the hand that had been comforting him above my head.
Winston was crazy, I had seen this before. He was acting like Ben.

"Winston get off!" I called trying to wriggle out from under him.

He grabbed my gun from my pocket and started drooling black drool. Just as he raised the gun but Frypan barrelled him over sending a stray bullet into the concrete wall behind us and snatched the gun away before Winston could try again.

I looked around frantically for Minho only to realise he was already by my side, his arms around me protectively. I sighed and rested my head on his shoulder. He was here. It was going to be ok.

"What are you doing man!?" Fry asked to Winston who just lied back in defeat.

"Guys get down here" Aris called to Thomas and Teresa, they rushed from where they had been standing.

"What's going on!? What happened!?" Thomas asked frantically.

"I don't know man he just woke up and tried to..." Fry held up his hands in innocence but he stopped halfway through and looked over to me.

"He tried to shoot him self." I finished the sentence letting everyone know he didn't try to shoot me.

Winston whined on the ground "Please." He lifted his hand weakly towards Frypan who had the gun. "It's growing inside of me" He said dimly and lifted up his shirt and the bandage. Underneath his flesh was purple and raw and black lines traced up his torso to his neck.

No one knew what to do, we all just looked at each other in shock. Winston turned over and threw up black vile "I'm not going to make it. Please don't let me turn into one of those things."

Fry turned the gun over in his hands and Newt took it off him. Newt had a look of understanding on his face as he kneeled beside Winston's and slid the gun into his palm.

"Thank you" Winston tried his best to smile.

We all said our goodbyes and left like Winston wanted us to. I just hope that wherever he ends up it will be with Jeff. I'm going to miss them for the rest of my life.