𝐄𝐍𝐇𝐘𝐏𝐄𝐍- 𝖳𝖬𝖱,𝗀𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒¹

2- A sibling bond

Once Jazmine finished changing the bandages on Newt's leg to fresh ones, she went back into the main room of the Med-hut. Minho now lying on the bed he was on before with his hands under his head, just staring at the ceiling. It looked depressing from her angle.

The duo stayed in a peaceful silence for a while. Jazmine cleaned and organised the tools that were knocked over earlier when all the drama was taking place while Minho kept checking his watch every 30 seconds.

She cleaned spilt medicines off the floor that Clint had stupidly knocked over while grabbing an empty syringe. She wiped the counters and tables that were full of dust, making disgusted faces when she looked at the obese amount of dirt on the wipe.

Then, she organised the drawers of medicines and chemicals into alphabetical order because she was that bored and didn't want to go to sleep yet. She got up to the letter 'P' before Minho spoke.

"Thanks for earlier, Minnie," he randomly said, without looking at her. Probably ashamed of acting soft, even though she doesn't care at all about how he's acting. If he's upset then he should show it, that way he can get help and comfort.

She continues sorting out the medicines, smiling at the nickname that only he can use for her. Ever since she came up in the box they've been inseparable, like a sibling bond and have never seen each other as anything more. She sees him as a big brother; he sees her as a little sister.

"Don't worry about it, Min," she replies, looking at him from across the room. His hands now lying on his chest, his eyes still focused on the ceiling.

She tilts her head at him in sorrow. By how he explained what happened to Newt, he must be traumatised. The image of finding one of your best friends on the ground, blood everywhere, hearing screams and thinking they were dead. It's something nobody would ever want to see or hear. Minho mentioned that there was blood dripping down the vines on the wall next to Newt's body, so initially they thought that he'd tried to escape, or try to jump off it.

Finally satisfied with the look of the freshly cleaned hut, she goes to sit on the bed Clint and Jeff were previously on. She struggles to jump up onto it, her height not helping since the builders made them high just because they're taller than everybody else.

Most people had to help build the Homestead and the Med-hut since they needed it to be quite big for everyone to fit in. It's going to need a lot of extending if they're going to be trapped in the Glade for the rest of their lives. She knows they'll find a way out someday tho, they can't be stuck forever.

All she wants is to get out, all everyone wants is to get out.

"Do you ever think of what we'll do when we escape?" Minho randomly asks, sending her straight into thought.

She dangles her legs off the side of the bed, facing Minho but looking down. "I haven't really thought about it," she mumbles.

She hasn't thought about it because she has barely any hope left of escaping, already being stuck there for eight whole months. Being an impatient person doesn't help with finding that much hope either.

He breaks his stare from the ceiling and looks at the despairing girl in awe. He's learnt to read her easier than a book. He can see the loss of interest in finding a way out all over her. It hurts him to see her like that; although he doesn't show it, he really does care about her. "Let's talk about it then," he proposes, making her head shoot up.

"Why?" she questions, squinting her eyebrows.

He sits himself up to lean on the wall that the bed that he's on is up against and shrugs. "Why not?"

"It's stupid-"

"It's not stupid, Minnie," he reassures. "We're gonna get out soon, I'll make sure we do." he commits.