runnerette || the maze runner fanfiction **UNDERGOING EDITS**

❥ 3.2

It's been minutes, I just haven't felt like getting back up. Additionally, any attempt to even sit up has been met with an overwhelming dizziness and I end up flopping back down.

This griever must've just missed me or something, either that thing's blind, deaf, or just plain careless. Hahaha, careless, that's my nickname! What's his name calls me that, Martin! Yeah that's him.

Gagging suddenly, I lean to my right and throw up my breakfast. Sorry, Frying Man.

Now it has to have been hours since I've been due back, but I've been keeping myself entertained, I've been imagining some tap dancing grievers dancing atop the walls of the Maze.

Now that I really look, it's getting pretty dark now, I should be heading back. I think I know the way from here. Though the river and over the woods it is? I roll onto my stomach and squeeze my eyes shut until the world stops doing barrel rolls. I slowly rise to my hands and knees and crawl extremely slow to wherever my gut thought I should go.

At long last I reach a long hallway. My spirits lift, but that's when the ground around me started to rumble and I almost fall back to my stomach.

"Caroline!" I hear a voice call out.

"Is that me?" I call back weakly, struggling to keep crawling. I'm never going to make it.

A really cute boy runs out of nowhere and scoops me up right off the ground. The wave of nausea that crashed over me was so intense I swallowed hard a few times to not puke on this cute guy's shirt.

"I've been worried sick about you!" The boy says, placing me down on the ground just as the doors slam behind us.

"You're cute." I poke his chest, then turn to empty my stomach yet again.

"Caroline? Are you okay?" A new guy walks up, skeptical look on his face.

I look around at the both of them before speaking. "Am I Caroline? Sorry, I'm not feeling too hot."

"Caroline?? Caroline!"

It's black, I don't know why it's black, but I open my eyes. I'm in a hut now.

"How did I get in here?" I ask no one in particular. I didn't recognize anyone standing in the room.

"Yeah, she's concussed." One of the boys said.

"I'm not confused, I'm Caroline." I remember, blinking my eyes hard.

"Shhh Care, go back to sleep. I'm sure you'll be fine when you wake up. Right?" Cute boy turns and looks at the first boy that talked, who nodded. He then bends down to kiss my forehead.

"Cute boy kissed me!" I smile and drift off.

~.~

My eyes snap open. I'm in the med jack hut. I sit up quickly,  nausea cascading over me. I close my eyes until the feeling passes, then swing my legs over the edge of the bed. I stand up, test if I can walk, then wander out into the Glade.

Almost immediately I'm ambushed by Newt.

"What are you doing up? Did Clint say you could get up?"

"No, what happened? I thought I was running today, but I could've sworn that I already did run. How did I end up in there?"

"Of course you don't remember, you were pretty messed up. It's a miracle you're here."

"What did I do?" I ask urgently. I don't like not knowing.

"Go see Clint and make sure you're good to go, then I'll answer your questions." He kisses my forehead and walks off.

"Wait Newt!" I shout after him.

"Mm?" He turns but doesn't walk toward me.

I rack my brain. I know I meant to tell him something, but my mind was empty. "There's something I meant to tell you, but I don't remember."

He smiles at me. "You know where I'll be when you figure it out." He turns and really leaves this time.

I find Clint, and he says he thinks I'm good. He also makes sure I swear if I'm actually not fine, I won't blame him because he has no clue what he's doing. My thought for Newt not resurfacing itself, I sit on the bench and think, drawing figure 8's with the tip of my shoe in the dirt.

I don't remember waking up this morning, or what lead me into the med jack hut. I do remember the sensations of running, falling, puking, and crawling. Wait, now I vaguely remember . . . tap dancing grievers?  Sheesh, what happened? Did we have another bonfire? Did Newt let me drink too much of Gally's mystery concoction? What the heck is going on?

"Hey Cari." Thomas shouts happily, plopping down next to me. "Have a nice nap?"

"I don't remember taking one, but yeah, sure." I laugh a little.

"Some nap, you were out for like two days." Thomas takes a sip of the water container he had with him.

"Two days!? What happened to me?"

"I'm not sure, Newt won't tell me. He was making everybody anxious just by looking at him, he was worried sick about you."

"Oh I can only imagine." I half laugh.

"Are you guys okay?" Thomas asks.

"Yeah! Yeah, we're fine, he's so protective of me, which is super sweet, but it gets on my nerves sometimes." I intertwine my fingers together.

"That's him caring about you, don't see it as a bad thing." Thomas puts an arm around me and rubs mine.

"Yeah, I know." I sigh and look down at my shoes.

"Don't worry, everything will be fine. Also, don't stress about what happened to you, you're alive and you're fine. That's all that matters." Thomas rubs my arm one last time before standing up and walking away.

//filler, but the next part will be so action packed your pants will fly off and hit the ceiling xx thanks for the support as always, love you guys\\