The Maze Runner Reacts and Oneshots

Thomas Reacts to You Throwing Up

The Glade was always alive with energy, especially when a game of Truth or Dare was in full swing. Tonight was no exception. The boys were in high spirits, their laughter echoing through the trees as they huddled around the campfire. The flames flickered, casting playful shadows on their faces as they shouted out challenges and confessions.

"Alright, Zart, truth or dare?" Frypan called out, his grin wide as he leaned forward, anticipation clear in his eyes.

"Dare," Zart replied, earning a round of cheers and applause.The game continued, the dares getting more and more outrageous, until it was your turn. The boys turned to you, eyes gleaming with mischief.

"Y/N, truth or dare?" Minho asked, his smirk telling you that there was no easy way out of this.

Feeling the pressure, you knew you couldn't back down now. "Dare," you said, your voice strong despite the flutter of nerves in your stomach.

Minho's grin widened. "I dare you to chug this," he said, holding up a large flask of Gally's infamous brew. The liquid inside was dark, and the smell alone made your stomach churn.

The boys hooted and cheered, clapping you on the back as the flask was handed to you. 

You hesitated for a moment, the smell wafting up to your nose, but you steeled yourself and took a deep breath. You couldn't back down now.

With the boys chanting your name, you lifted the flask to your lips and took a long, deep drink. The liquid burned as it went down, and you fought to keep a straight face as you swallowed, trying to ignore the sour taste that coated your mouth.

The Gladers erupted in cheers as you lowered the flask, your face flushed and your head spinning. You handed it back to Minho, who clapped you on the shoulder with a grin.

"That's my y/n!" he laughed, the boys joining in with good-natured shouts.

But as the cheers died down and the game continued, you felt a wave of nausea roll through your stomach. You tried to shake it off, but the feeling only grew stronger. The smell of the campfire, the sound of the boys' laughter, everything seemed to be too much all at once.

You stood up quickly, muttering something about needing some air, and stumbled away from the group. The dizziness hit you like a wave, and you barely made it behind one of the huts before your stomach rebelled. You leaned against the wall, your whole body trembling as you threw up, the bitter taste of Gally's brew burning your throat.

"Y/N?"

You didn't need to turn around to know who it was. Thomas' voice was filled with concern, and you could hear his footsteps crunching on the dirt as he approached.

"Hey, are you okay?" he asked softly, his hand gently rubbing your back as you leaned over, trying to catch your breath.

"I'm sorry," you mumbled, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. "I couldn't... I couldn't keep it down."

Thomas crouched down beside you, his face full of worry. "Don't apologize. That stuff is nasty. I shouldn't have let them dare you to drink it."

You shook your head, feeling tears prick at the corners of your eyes. "I didn't want to back down. I wanted to show them I could handle it."

Thomas sighed, his hand still gently rubbing your back. "You don't have to prove anything to them. You're strong enough as it is."

You glanced at him, seeing the sincerity in his eyes, and felt a warmth spread through your chest. Thomas always knew the right thing to say, always knew how to make you feel better, even when you were at your lowest.

"I'm sorry for ruining the game," you said, your voice small.

Thomas shook his head, his hand moving to gently tilt your chin up so you were looking at him. "You didn't ruin anything. You're more important than some stupid game."

His words brought a small smile to your lips, and you nodded, feeling a little better. Thomas smiled back, his hand resting on your shoulder as he stood up.

"Come on," he said, helping you to your feet. "Let's get you cleaned up and into bed. You need to rest."

You nodded, leaning on him as he led you towards the Medjacks' hut. The rest of the Gladers were still around the campfire, too engrossed in their game to notice you leaving. You were grateful for that, not wanting anyone else to see you in such a vulnerable state.

Thomas stayed by your side the entire time, fetching you water and a clean cloth to wipe your face. He was gentle, his touch soothing as he helped you lie down on one of the cots.

"Try to get some sleep," he said softly, pulling a blanket up over you. "I'll stay here until you fall asleep, okay?"

You nodded, too tired to argue, and closed your eyes, feeling the warmth of the blanket and the comfort of Thomas' presence beside you.

As you drifted off to sleep, you felt a hand gently brush through your hair, and you knew that no matter what happened, Thomas would always be there for you.