The Maze Runner Imagines/Preferences

Minho Imagine

I moan in pain, clutching the wound that is slowly sinking into my skin. Damn Griever, I thought bitterly, tears pooling in my eyes. The intense amount of pain has started to shoot through my entire body in electric shocks, and the unpleasant though of not making it back to the Glade in time washes over me, drowning me in my own tears of concern and pain. If only Minho was here, he would be able to help me pull through. I continue to clutch my leg, the edges of my vision blurring in and out of reality. I hear my name being called repetitively, but I am not sure if it is real. Suddenly, Minho's voice becomes loud and clear as he continues shouting, "Alicia! Alicia, where are you? Please answer me!" I try to say 'I'm here' but only a soft groan escapes from my lips. Unable to speak, I begin to scream. Driven by both determination and pain, I continue to scream. Minho suddenly appears from around a corner and swears when he sees me. He sprints to my side and sits on the concrete ground. "Hey, are you okay?" I shake my head, literally unable to form and sound any words. I had lost control of my speech, and Minho brushes a strand of hair from my face. "You'll be okay," he whispers softly in my ear, and I bury my head into his chest, inhaling his scent and sweat. He lifts me up and I instantly wrap my legs around his waist, my arms snaked behind his neck and my head now nuzzling his shoulder. He places a kiss on my forehead and continues to say, over and over, "You'll be okay."