Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃
A massive body crashed into Madylin, sending her to the ground. She winced in pain as his weight aggravated her already injured arm. Opening her eyes, she was met with a heaving Thomas, who had miraculously avoided being smooshed by the closing walls, on top of her.
"Ew. Get a room—" Minho scoffed, his comment accompanied by an eye roll.
Thomas's eyes widened as he realized it may have looked with him being on top of Madylin. He scrambled off of the girl with a blush creeping up his cheeks. "Sorry," he mumbled before he then helped her up.
Once up Madylin hugged him with one arm, relief flooding through her, then pulled away. "What the hell, Klunkhead?" she scolded him, tears prickling at the corners of her eyes. Thomas chuckled, hugging her back. The tightness of the embrace made her wince in pain from her arm. He stepped back and glanced at the flattened Griever trapped between the walls. Madylin stared in shock. "This was your plan?" she asked, surprised.
He gave a sheepish smile, answering with a simple nod. "Now we finally have something," he stated with a hint of pride in his voice.
Minho, out of breath from all the yelling, approached them. "You're crazy. I can't believe you pulled it off," he said, patting Thomas on the back. A wailing sound echoed from the Maze. "The doors are opening soon," he added, exchanging looks with them.
They had done it - they had survived a night in the Maze. "We made it," she whispered, scarcely believing their luck.
"Let's go get Ably and get the hell out of here," Thomas said, and the two nodded in agreement as they headed off, Minho leading the way. Madylin followed, cradling her arm in pain as the adrenaline wore off and her injuries made themselves known.
They trudged through the dimly lit Maze corridors, exhaustion with each step. Madylin could feel her body protesting with every step - her eyes heavy from lack of sleep, bruises covering her side and back, and the throbbing of her potentially fractured or dislocated wrist. She concentrated on her breathing to fight off the pain-induced faintness.
Thomas noticed her labored breaths. "How's your arm?" he asked, concern clear in his voice.
"It hurts, but I'll manage," she replied, keeping her eyes on the ground, not wanting to show any weakness or slow them down any further.
