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ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜɪʀᴛᴇᴇɴ ᵍʰᵒˢᵗˢ
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MINHO was the first to wake up, rolling over onto his back, looking up at the blue sky. He might have slept for a good few hours but he still felt like complete shit. He just wanted a bed, even his old hammock back in the glade would work perfectly fine for him. Pushing himself up, he held his hand up to shield his eyes from the sun.
After his eyes got use to the bright light he put his hand down, glancing around at all his friends that were sleeping around the fire that was now burnt out. A slight panic shot through him when he couldn't find Newt, the boy completely gone from the spot next to Teresa.
Minho shot up from the ground, throwing his head around, about to call put for his friend before his eyes landed on two sleeping bodies just a little further away. Then it all came back to them, last night when Belle talked about her suicide attempt, when she ran off crying after unwrapping her arm.
He didn't even have to say anything to Newt, he knew exactly what was going through the boys mind. Newt was thinking about his leg, his attempt. He was proud of his friend for going after her, no one here would understand what she was feeling as well as Newt would. Minho knew damn sure he didn't quite understand it.
Walking his way over to the sleeping teens Newt came into view, his blond hair stuck to his forehead from the sweat he was already making by sleeping in the sun. His arm was draped over Belles body, her head laying on his stomach with arms held around his waist. Minho shook his head, that slinthead.
Behind him the sound of more people waking up became clear in his ears so he got down beside his friend and shook his shoulder, trying to wake him up. The boy didn't budge, pushing Minhos hand off of him in his sleep, turning to his side, his arm subconsciously holding tighter to the girl he slept by.
"Newt, wake up," Minho said in a sing song voice, taking his finger and shoving it into Newts ear. Newt shot up, his arm flying up and knocking Belle upside the head, waking her up in a panic. "Good morning!" Minho smiled before marching his way back to his backpack, leaving the two to wake up.
