Luminous ✦ Minho; The Maze Runner

Thirteen | Comfort ✦

Five days.

It has now been five days since the 'hole' incident, and Blake still hasn't woken up. Some are saying he won't make it, others are saying he's already dead. Jeff won't give up on him though, and neither will Clint.

According to the two, Blake barely even has a pulse, though there is one at least. I've managed to read through quite a bit of my diary, simply because whenever I wasn't working in the kitchen, I was in the homestead waiting for him to wake up.

I was left to my thoughts at one point as Jeff and Clint came for their daily check on Blake, as usual they would try and coax me to leave the room to get 'fresh air.' But I couldn't, there was something holding me back, I just had this nagging feeling that I should watch over him. Not just Blake though, I had helped Jeff and Clint tend to the other boys who had hurt themselves through the day.

Clint had made a joke about me 'mothering' the boys but I quickly denied it. But now, as I sit here, I can feel myself start to agree with him. I feel responsible for these boys, because I was one of the first few to arrive; not to mention the only girl. Huh, strange things, right?

My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a wooden door creaking open. My gaze fell on the two med-jacks gathering their things and preparing to leave the room.

"Close the door for us will ya?" Clint asked, motioning towards the tray in his hands. I nodded in response, getting up from my seat to do as he asked.

Saying a quick cya, I pushed the door with enough force for it to close and turned to head back to my seat.

But of course, like most things in the glade, it didn't go as smoothly as that.

Rather than hitting the door frame, the door came into direct contact with a certain someone.

"Shuck!" Minho hissed over the echoing thud of his forehead smacking against the wood.

My hand covered my mouth in both shock and amusement when he pushed the door open once again. His own hand was placed on his forehead, his eyebrows furrowed together in pain.

"Are you okay?" I asked, trying my absolute hardest to sound concerned, but instead it came out as a quiet chuckle.

"Just peachy," he replied, dropping his hand and walking into the room completely. "Are you okay?" He questioned, sending me a small smile. I nodded in response, sending one in return.

"I think so," I breathed, leaning back in my not-so-comfortable chair. "I don't know why but I feel like I should have helped him more. It's like I've made it my job to look out for him. You probably don't get it, it's just hard to explain."

"Trust me, I understand perfectly," he mumbled, averting his gaze to the floor. A wave of guilt washed over me in an instant, my heart rate picking up in response.

"Sorry, I forgot about that," I carelessly reply, wincing when I realised the irony in the sentence.

Minho sucked in a deep breath, as if he was preparing himself for something horrific before opening his mouth to speak. "I came to see you everyday when you were in here. It was strange really. I felt the need to talk to you, like maybe if I did it enough you'd wake up. But when I spoke to you, you couldn't hear me. As if I was the only person in the room."

Part of me wanted to say something when he paused, just to fill in the silence but my mind told me to keep shut and just listen. So I did.

"Everyone started telling me then I shouldn't get my hopes up, and that there was always a chance you wouldn't pull through. Obviously I ignored them. If there's one thing I know about you, it's that you refuse to give up on anything, unless it involves too much effort," he continued, causing both him and I to let out quiet chuckles, his slightly weaker than my own. "As cheesy as this is, I almost gave up on being a runner."

"Why?" I asked, totally giving up on just shutting up and listening. The curious part of me wanted to know, and there's only one way to find out.

"I didn't see the point," he answered, finally lifting his head up to look over at me. "I don't run the maze so I can get out. I run the maze so you can get out."

And just when I thought my heart couldn't beat any faster than it was, it almost doubled in speed. There was something about the sincerity in his voice that gave me anything but serenity. His stare caused my stomach to near enough flip to the point where I felt like I didn't even have one and it took every bit of will power I had to not look away.

Instead, I climbed out of my seat and made my way over to the boy, holding my arms open to embrace him. He accepted it almost instantly, his own arms wrapping around my waist.

I kind of expected it to be awkward, but when he dropped his head onto my shoulder and let out a comforted sigh, I relaxed more.

In all honesty, I was enjoying the tranquillity and the heat radiating from his body and eventually hugged him harder.

How long we stood there for? I have no idea.

But I found myself hoping it wouldn't end.