HEAVEN AND HIGH WATER ↠ the maze runner ／ minho¹

0.8

"WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED?!"

The boy walked into the hut after hearing the screams of agony that belonged to his friend followed by his other friend rambling multiple apologies, hoping he'll forgive her, somehow.

"Dion was born!" the boy barked from his cot as Clint take a look at his foot.

"Hey—okay. That wasn't my fault. You think I asked for any of this?" said girl defended herself, motioning at her body as she did so.

"Hey! I asked what the shuck happened, can someone please explain to me what the bloody hell happened to Minho!" the blonde boy raised his voice as he motioned to his friend that was still in pain.

"She threw a hammer at me!"

"Okay— I accidentally let it slip off my hand. I didn't mean to! I'm sorry Minho, I really am." her defensive tone slowly turns into a genuine one, her eyes pleading, letting the boy know she really did felt guilty about hurting him.

Minho's face softens at her words, hearing the sincerity in them, but it was gone as soon as it appeared. He sighed, "Fine, but you owe me a lot of things."

"Owe you what?"

"Oh, I don't know; a new toe!" Minho's defense mechanism leaned back into sarcasm.

The girl stayed silent at the boy's sarcasm, head retreating back to herself (at least she hoped it was sarcasm) before shrugging it off.

"It looks fine," Clint informed nonchalantly from the foot of the cot standing up straight.

All presents immediately turned to him, Minho propping himself on the cot with his elbows eyed the Med-jack with betrayal and offense written all over his face, "What?"

"You're fine, man."

"Excuse me?"

The designated Med-jack sighed, "It's just a bruise, but I think it did crack your nail a bit, but you're fine. Your boots saved you, actually. It just needs to be covered for about a week and a half or so with some antibiotics, but you do need to change the bandage every day, other that you'll be fine. Oh and, someone's gonna have to take over your job in the time being."

Hearing the news, the problem cause tuurned to him with a "forced" innocent smile as if in victory that it was nothing major.

Minho glared at her before sighing in defeat, knowing he couldn't get out of it as he thought about someone who could possibly take his place in the meantime. As if on cue, Nick walked into the room looking like a knight in shining armor coming to kiss the princess awake. Of course in this case–

"The shuck is wrong with both of you?!"

How charming, our savior.

"Well–"

"No." The brunette boy cut off the girl as soon as she moved her lips.

"That's fair," she threw her hands up before taking a seat next to the cot Minho was currently laying on.

As soon as the girl shut herself up, Nick raised his eyebrows at the Runner for an explanation or something at least.

"Can you–"

"Yeah."

"But I'm not done talking?"

"I heard you all from outside, it's fine, I'll do it."

"What about the Glade?"

"That's what Alby's for." He shrugged

"That was– easier than I thought it'd be."