Thomas: You shook, frightened. Thomas stayed asleep, even though you whimpered.
He hears a little whimper you gave out, louder than the rest.
"Y/n? Y/n, wake up!" He says, very quietly, not to disturb the other gladers, or to disturb the Grievers who are lurking outside.
"Thom-Thomas!" You recognize his voice echoing in his nightmare, and jump from you sleep, sitting up, and wrapping your arms around his neck.
"You were dead!" You say, knowing to whisper.
"I'm not. I'm fine." He says. And holds you until you fall asleep again.
Minho: Minho and the new kid were stuck in the maze with Alby. You fell into a depression once you heard. Passing out onto the soft floor of the glade, the boys carried you to Minho's room, where you sat on his bed, and held his clothes, and everything you really could close to you. You hadn't accepted food, you even yelled at Chuck once.
"Y/n?" Chuck says, poking his head through the door.
"I said go away Chuck!" You say angrily.
And he did. And then, you sobbed yourself to sleep.
You dreamt of Minho dying, right in front of you, being stung by a griever. The stone walls of the maze were closing around you, except the one in front of you. You watched as in minutes time, Minho's body shut down without the Serum.
"Minho!" You try running to him, but running into an object, a glass wall separating you both.
"Minho! Minho wake up!" You shout, and watch as thousands of grievers come around the corner towards him.
"Minho! No! Minho!" The doors kept closing until the space only allowed you to watch him being eaten by the grievers.
His blood splashed on the glass, once, and then twice. But the glass was gone by the second time. And it went all over you. Your tears washed away the blood, and you fell on your knees. Shouting Minho's name.
"Minho!"
"Y/n, Y/n! Wake up!" You look around, but don't see anything.
"Y/n! Y/n! Wake up!" He cries, his hands on your shoulders.
"Minho?" You ask, he's dead though, he died right before you, as the walls closed. You say nothing as you wrap your arms around his neck.
"I thought I lost you!" You cry.
"You didn't. I'm here. I'm here. I'll never leave you. I promise." He says.
You pull back and kiss him. "You're never going back there again." You demand.
"I've-"
"You're never leaving me like that Minho. I'm coning too." You say.
"It's too dangerous." He says, and kisses you again.
"I'd rather die with you. Than without. It's dangerous for me out here and away from you, than together with you in there." You say.
"You're so melodramatic." He says, laughing.
"I don't care. It's true."
"Just shut up shank, and kiss me." He says.
Newt: A/n; it's Death Cure time.
You just heard that Newt had the flare.
You latched yourself onto his arm, and looked at him terrified. Your husband, yes, husband, you two got married in the glade. Was going to die. And you being eight months pregnant with his child made it no easier.
"I'll be fine." He promises.
"Please don't leave us." You beg.
"Calm down, I won't." He promises again.
Two months later
You had given birth to the baby, but it hadn't made it, and neither did you.
And you somehow, in a very confusing way, watched him die.
But you were already dead...
And with a start, you jump.
"Newt! Newt!" You scream.
"Calm down! Hey stop!" He cries, as you thrash around and scream and sob.
"You're dead! You were dead!" You say, you can see his face, lit by the moonlight.
"No, I'm alive. Lay down love." He says, you lay down and wrap your arms around his waist, he protectively wraps his arms around you too?
"Please don't leave me." You beg.
"I won't ever leave you." He promises. You lay on the glade floor, and play with you ring they sent up. And held your husband close.
