Have A Little Hope [TMR Minho Fanfiction]

20. The doors

I wake up in cold sweats, almost panicking. I could hear my heart thumping in my chest.

I quickly look around the room and see Minho asleep in the chair in the corner of the room.

I felt a wave of relief, and I could hear my heart slowing.

I slowly raise my arms in front of my face, and my skin is back to normal.

What is WICKED doing? What are they trying to tell me? That's if they are trying to tell me something. It hasn't happened to anyone else. Why me?

I hop off the bed and walk over to Minho. His head is bent at a awkward position, with drool coming out of the side of his mouth.So attractive.

I slowly shake him awake. He lifts his arm and tries to sway me away. I shake him a little harder, and he opens his eyes a little. As soon as he seen me, his eyes shot open.

"Sky! What happened? Do you want me to get the med-jacks?You just fainted! How, are yo-" he started rambling on.

"Hey hey hey! Take a breath! I don't need the med-jacks, I'm fine. I don't know why that's happening, but it's starting to get really annoying. Before I explain myself, let's go get some food. I'm starving" I interrupted.

He takes breaths and nods, and gets up and suddenly grabs me into a bear hug. "I was so worried" he whispered.

He lets me go and grabs my hand, a little to hard.

We start to walk out into the glade.

We were about halfway to the homestead when I remembered what happened.

The woman. The child. The zombie?

I realized I had stopped walking, and was just staring into space.

"What's wrong?"

I look up and Minho is just staring at me.

"It's just, when I was out, I had a weird dream? I don't know what to call it, but there was a woman, and her child and a zombie...."

He chuckled, "a zombie? Must have been a dream."

He's right. It's must have been a dream. I let it go and started walking.But it didn't feel right. It didn't feel like a dream, it felt familiar.

As we entered the homestead, Newt and the Med-jacks, Clint and Jeff ran over to us.

"What the bloody hell was that!" Newt asked.

"Minho! I told you if she woke up you were to get us!" Clint complained.

"She said she didn't need you's" he mumbled.

"What was that! That is the second bloody time that has happened!" Newt ignored them.

"I don't know.it's just, it's WICKED, they have to be messing with me, and honestly it's getting really annoying."

"WICKED? What do you mean 'there messing with you?'"

"They are messing with my head, making me see things. Before I went unconscious I had cuts all over me and blood was covering my hands and-"

"Okay, we will talk about this later in private," He said, before walking back to his seat.

Me and Minho go to the counter and got some bacon off of Frypan.

Then we both go and sit down, and lucky us, the only seat I could get was facing Gally.

I honestly forgot what happened with him.

I sit down, Minho beside me. Gally looked up from his food and a grin slid across his face, while giving me the most dirtiest look. Ever.

"I was right, there is something about you. What happened at the gathering just proves if," he hissed at me.

I rolled my eyes, "God Gally, go get a life."

"See! Just admit it, I'm right."

"I won't admit anything with that attitude," I said, while picking off the fat off of my bacon.

He huffed, and started eating again.

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"I can't wait to go asleep, it's been to cold in my bed without you," Minho whispered as we made our way to our room.

I started laughing, I can't take him seriously when he's being all mushy.

He rolled his eyes and opened the door. I quickly run to his dresser and take out my favorite shirt. Well, it's not mine. It's Minhos.

I quickly get changed, being thankful to be out of them clothes. They smelled funny.

We were about to get into bed when We heard a knock on the door.

Minho sighed and walked to the door.

He opened and suddenly there was a bunch of whispering.

After a couple of seconds, he closed the door and hurried to his drawer and started getting dressed. He looked very anxious.

"Minho, what's wrong?"

He threw some clothes at me, "get dressed."

"Minho, tell me what's wrong?"

He shook his head before punching the wall.

"It's the shucking walls, they're not closing."

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