𝐌𝐈𝐙𝐏𝐀𝐇 - TMR, Minho

𝟢𝟣𝟥，𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫𝐬

Newt.

I jerk straight up, eyes wide.

My hands search around for something to hold onto, but I find nothing, and stumble clumsily out of my hammock.

"Newt!" Blind in the darkness, I whisper-scream his name, flying past all the other hammocks and sleeping boys on the ground.

Someone groans loudly when I step on them, yet I can't bother doing anything else but muttering a quick sorry.

I don't know why it took so long for me to realize what was going on. The many weeks of looking tired. The needed hugs. Him telling me he often cries. Today, at the bonfire, his sudden thank you and another tight hug.

He will hurt himself.

I only had the realization after hours over thinking in my hammock. It can't be too late yet, can it? It's in the middle of the night.

Or that's the point.

"Newt!" Finally, I've reached his hammock.

Empty.

My windpipe closes up. The air feels a bit heavy as I stumble through it again, on my way to Minho. "Minho. Minho, wake up." I shake him violently. "Minho— Newt is gone and I don't know where to look and he is going to hurt himself."

"Wha...what?" The boy murmurs. His eyes are closed, lips barely moving.

"Wake. Up!" I slam my hands down on his stomach, too panicked to think. "We need to get to Newt. Go wake Nick up. I'll get Alby."

"Am I dreami— ow. Clearly not."

"Min-ho, I mean it."

"I'll be there!"

His hands reach for his hair— "No time for that, idiot. Are you even hearing what I'm saying?"

"No, to be honest, not really," he grumbles drowsily.

I twist his hammock so that he falls onto the ground.

Then I run off towards Alby.

★

After a long search party, we still haven't found him.

Which is really strange. Not in the kitchen, not in the woods, not in the Homestead— nowhere. Not even in the trees.

"The Doors were already closed when we held the Bonfire, so he can't be out in the Maze, as the Doors are still not open yet. They will be in... a minute or so. Less." Minho looks up from his watch.

Nick, the one walking in the front, stops, causing all of us to bump into each other. "That's it."

"What?"

"He's waiting for the Doors to open."

My heart sinks down my chest. We're literally on the other side of the Glade, in the woods. "Hurry!"

We start running slowly, almost hesitantly, and once it really gets through our heads, we speed up.

Minho soon has, of course, outran us all. I'm barely out of the woods when he's somewhat at the Doors.

"Newt!" Minho yells.

He slips inside the Maze just five seconds after Newt does.