Made To Run

Chapter 8

WARNING: MAJOR SLINTHEADED SHUCK-FACENESS AHEAD. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.

When I awaken, I once again find a sleeping Minho in my bed. I roll my eyes and crawl out of bed, slip on a red and black hoodie and go to Newt's current room. Inside, I find a worried looking pair of med-jacks hooking an unconscious Newt up to a machine that pumps painkillers into his bloodstream. "How is he?" I ask quietly "Currently he's in a very critical condition. His ankle is shattered and his knee is also shattered, but most of the damage is in his ankle. And it is unlikely for it to heal correctly, thus most likely disabling him from being a runner ever again. What happened out there?" Clint says. "I don't know, maybe a griever attack?" I suggest, hiding what I truly think, that he jumped from one of the walls. A greiver couldn't do that. "That don't look like a greiver attack to me," Jeff states bluntly. I shrug. "Well, no matter what happened, Newt won't be running again." Clint says."But, he's one of our best runners Clint. Can't you do anything about that?" He smiles sadly. "Sorry Ella, but I don't think I can do anything more than try to set the bones back in place. After this, Newt will never enter the maze again. He will have to find a new post." "What do you mean by 'Newt will never enter the maze again'?" Minho's voice asks from behind me. "Sorry sir, but there's not anyth-" Clint says, voice full of fear, as Minho grabs his collar, tan muscles rippling, and lifts him up, slamming him against the wall. "Say that to my face shuckin' little cocky slinthead shuck faced shuck-up. Say that again. I dare you." he hisses. "Minho!" I scream "Shut it Ella." he snarls. I draw back in shock. "MINHO, YOU SHUCK HEAD, YOU JUST PISSED ELLA OFF!" Alby yells from downstairs. I growl and walk over to Minho who has now dropped Clint, who is struggling to catch his breath, and is backing away. "Oh Shuck..."I reach up slightly and slap him across the face as hard as I can. One of my nails catches on his jaw and cut a 2 inch gash in his cheek. The cut isn't deep, but is already bleeding heavily, and Minho is just standing there shocked as hell. My eyes widen in surprise and I begin to cry with tears of guilt. "I'm so sorry Minho! I-I didn't mean to!" And I run and give him a hug, sobbing into his strong chest. Soon his shirt is soaked with tears and smeared with blood. And my light blond hair has blood splattered all over it. "Shouldn't we bandage that Clint?" Jeff asks curiously. Clint nods and Jeff goes to find bandages and wraps Minho's face, and soon the pale white bandages are stained scarlet. So, Jeff unwraps Minho's face, smears a blood clotting ointment around the wound and waits for the bleeding to slow down a little bit until smearing antibiotic gel to help it heal, and then re-wraps Minho's face with a crisp white bandages. "This isn't over yet..." Clint hisses angrily. "Uh, yeah it is." I say and slug him in the gut. "That's for being a shuckin' loser." I roll my emerald eyes and leave the room, dragging Minho behind me.

Poor overworked little shank that Jeff is. Wow. Clint turned out more of a shuck faced slinthead than I had planned or expected! The picture is Jeff. I feel so bad on what I did to Newt. T-T........... Minho was so mean is dis chappie! But Clint gots what he deserves. :D