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𝘽𝙡𝙖𝙠𝙚 pants as she leans against the maze wall, "You idiot!" She yells, turning towards the greenie whose wide eyes stare back at her. Her head hits the wall behind her as she cradles her wrist in her lap, trying to catch her breath.
"Wait, what?" Thomas breathes out as Minho slumps down to the opposite wall of Blake.
Thomas gets up and walks over to Alby, assessing his head injury, "What happened to him?" He asks, glancing between the two runners.
Thomas notices Blake cradling her arm with one of Minho's gloves and fabric wrapped around her wrist. His gaze follows back to Minho with his eyebrows furrowed.
"What does it look like?" Minho answers, "He got stung."
"What happened to his head?" Thomas questions
"I did what I had to do to protect Blake." Minho answers, keeping his head down.
Thomas glances back towards Blake, whose eyes are shut tightly, taking a deep breath. The girl's eyes shoot open to catch Thomas watching her with 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺?
"What did he do?" Thomas asks
"Broke my wrist—and almost strangled me to death." Blake says with a shaky-raspy voice.
Thomas glances back to Minho, who's breathing heavily—as they stay sitting for a moment.
Suddenly, a shriek sounds throughout the maze, causing all three gladers heads to snap towards the sound.
Minho grunts, getting up, as Thomas moves to Blake's side to help her.
The girl shoves his hands away from her, wincing and grunting in pain.
"Just let me help you." Thomas whispers
Blake glares at the boy as she stands up, clutching her injury.
"Why? —We're already dead." She says with an emotionless voice, moving towards Alby to help get him up.
"Okay, help me get him up." Thomas says, looking to Minho.
