Morning arrived, sunlight filtering through, only to be disrupted by Thomas yelling at a bird. My disdain for mornings intensified. As our journey through the dilapidated city began, I found myself walking beside Fry. Unconsciously, I started humming a song, and he immediately recognized it, shouting, "Hold up, you singing 'Satellite'?" I laughed and nodded, and soon we were both humming and laughing.
"Right here, right here
Spinning out, waiting for ya
I'm here, right here
Wishing I could be there for ya
Be there for ya
Be there for ya, for ya
(For ya)
(Be there for ya)," we sang, laughter echoing, until Fry hit the last note, and I collapsed to my knees, overcome with laughter. He joined in, laughing even harder. The rest of the group looked back at us.
Suddenly, Thomas interrupted, urging us to hide. As Fry and I quickly silenced our laughter and joined the others under a rock, I sighed, expressing my weariness. "When will this ever end? It's getting old."
As we ascended the sandy hill, the relentless wind whipped sand at us with each step. Upon reaching the summit, we gazed at the distant hills that marked our intended destination. Another step forward, and Winston, stricken by hyperventilation, collapsed face-first. Panic set in.
We improvised a makeshift medical bed, taking turns carrying or dragging Winston. The sandy winds intensified, stinging our faces and embedding sand in our hair. Finally, we found shelter, and as I rested against a stone with Minho by my side and Newt standing nearby, frustration overcame me. Throwing the last of my water, I sighed in exasperation.
Minho, noticing my distress, offered me his water bottle. I hesitated, but he insisted, so I took a small sip, leaving most for him. We pondered the possibility of finding a lake or another water source.
Amidst the conversation, Newt inquired about their progress. Thomas's response was discouraging, and I snorted in response. Minho, misinterpreting my reaction, teased me about my raspy voice. I considered responding but opted against it, not wanting to draw attention to my vocal struggles.
Suddenly, Winston woke up, grabbed a gun, and fired it. Startled, I jumped a little as Fry took control of the weapon. Thomas and Teresa returned, explaining that Winston attempted suicide due to something growing inside him. A wave of nausea hit me at the revelation.
Winston pleaded, not wanting to become a Crank, revealing the grim reality of his condition. Newt, understanding his decision, took the gun from Fry. Winston thanked him, and as Newt said his goodbyes, I stood there frozen, the weight of the moment settling in. When Winston told me to go, I bent down, wrapped my arms around him, and hugged him tightly. Whispers of pride escaped my lips, and he looked at me as if those words meant the world. Retrieving my bag, I moved ahead, leaving Winston behind.
As we gathered around the fire, tears welled up in our eyes. The harsh reality hit me: we weren't immune. "I thought we were immune," I murmured, to which Thomas replied, "Not everyone."
Newt voiced the unsettling possibility that any one of us could contract the virus. Sniffling, I confessed, "I miss home." Fry shared his longing for the Glade, and I expressed my desire to see our friends again. Aris reassured me, "Herrit is waiting for you, don't worry." Tears streamed down my face, and Thomas suggested getting some sleep.
Curling up on the hard floor, I attempted to find solace in rest. However, my sleep was disrupted when Thomas shouted, "Guys, look!" We all grabbed our bags, realizing we were close to our destination. As we ran, a sudden storm struck, thunder echoing around us. The force of the storm made me fly, and as I got up, I noticed Minho nearby.
Calling out for a flashlight, I tried to assess Minho's condition. Despite my efforts, the layers of clothing made it impossible to feel anything. Panic set in as they called out for Minho, my heart pounding. Tears filled my eyes, and my heart stopped when I thought I had lost him. Miraculously, Minho's eyes flew open, and he asked what happened.
Thomas explained that Minho had been struck by lightning. In a mix of relief and frustration, I laughed to myself. "You gave me a heart attack, Minho," I admitted. His response was nonchalant, and as he teased, "Didn't know you cared about me," I retorted, "I don't."
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arrhythmical - maze runner/minho <3
Fanfic"Who is she?" After the gladers escaped the maze they meet Aris and hope and try to find hope for a better life.
