Emma's Pov
I hated being sick. I couldn't run the Maze, I couldn't eat any food, I couldn't even get out of bed, but the worst was that I wasn't going to see Minho that much today. I had woken up to empty the contents of my stomach. Minho looked at me with a sympathetic glance. There was no way Alby was going to let him not run the Maze. Minho had left a few minutes ago. So I layed here in bed staring at the ceiling. To say I was bored was an understatment. I kept fidgeting around trying to get comfortable but I couldn't. I huffed from both exhaustion and frustration.
" Woah there. Calm down, no need to act like grumpy, " a voice said.
I lifted my head to see Minho standing in the doorway.
" Minho! Aren't you supposed to be in the maze?" I asked in confusion.
" Yeah. But who cares what Alby says. You're sick and I need to take care of my girl."
I smiled at him. He walked over bringing me some soup. I graciously took it from his hands and began to slurp it up.
" Slow down. I didn't realize you wanted to drink that much. I would have brought you more hot stuff," Minho teased.
I rolled my eyes. First he calls me one of the dwarfs and now he is making a pun out of how hot I am? Yeah, I'm hot, my temperature must be skyrocketing with all the sweating I've been doing. He reached behind him and placed a cool rag on my head. I instantly began to cool down.
" Thanks Minho, " I said.
"Anything for my girl even if she's a hot mess," He smiled. I rolled my eyes yet again. How did he managed to be both sweet and sassy?
