The Maze Runner Reacts and Oneshots

Thomas Reacts to you Having a Panic Attack

The sun was setting over the Maze, casting long shadows that seemed to stretch endlessly. You had pushed yourself hard that day, running through the twisting corridors with Thomas and the others. Every step felt heavier, your legs protesting with each movement. Your feet were sore and your energy was flagging, but you kept pushing forward, determined to keep up.

Thomas had noticed your struggles all day but hadn't said anything, thinking you were just tired. But as you stumbled through a particularly narrow stretch of the Maze, he saw something that made his stomach drop. You winced in pain as you stopped, clutching at your foot where a blister had broken open.

"Hey, y/n, are you okay?" Thomas asked, rushing to your side.

You looked up, trying to force a smile, but the sight of the bloodied bandage only made things worse. Your breath began to quicken, and your vision started to blur. The pain was no longer just in your foot; it was all-consuming. The sight of the blood brought back memories you'd tried to bury deep.

"No..." you mumbled, your voice trembling as you tried to push away the overwhelming sensations. "I— I can't..."

Your heart raced, and you felt like the walls of the Maze were closing in on you. The memory of that night, trapped with the Grievers, was suffocating. The terror, the blood— it was all flooding back, more vivid and terrifying than ever.

Thomas noticed the change in your demeanor, his eyes widening with concern. "Y/n, hey! What's wrong? Talk to me!"

You couldn't focus on his words. The noise of the Maze seemed deafening, the darkness oppressive. You closed your eyes, trying to block out the world, but the images kept coming— the Grievers, the blood, the fear. You felt like you were reliving it all over again.

"Y/n! Please, look at me!" Thomas's voice cut through the haze. He reached out, placing his hands on your shoulders. "You're safe. We're out here, okay? It's just a memory. It's not happening now."

The touch, the sound of his voice, slowly started to pull you back from the brink. You opened your eyes, gasping for air, your hands trembling. Thomas's face was filled with worry, and his hands were gentle as he held you steady.

"Thomas..." you whispered, tears streaming down your face. "I can't— I can't keep doing this."

Thomas pulled you into a tight hug, his embrace warm and reassuring. "It's okay. It's okay to feel this way. You don't have to go through it alone. I'm here. I've got you."

You clung to him, letting his presence calm your racing heart. The panic slowly started to ebb away, replaced by the steady rhythm of Thomas's breathing. You could feel the strength in his arms, the sincerity in his voice.

"Look, we're going to head back now," Thomas said softly, pulling away just enough to meet your eyes. "We'll get you back to the Glade. And if you need to talk or if this happens again, I'm here. I'll always be here to protect you."

You nodded, feeling a bit more grounded. "Thank you, Thomas. I'm sorry... for losing it like that."

"Don't be sorry," Thomas said with a small smile. "You're human. We all have our moments. Let's just get back before the doors close, okay? We'll take it slow."

Thomas helped you up, and together you made your way back through the Maze. With each step, you felt a bit more at ease, comforted by Thomas's unwavering support. His promise to always protect you echoed in your mind, a beacon of reassurance amidst the lingering shadows of fear.

As you approached the exit, you couldn't help but feel a surge of gratitude. In that moment, with Thomas by your side, you knew you didn't have to face your fears alone.