Sick in Bed...er I mean, the Glade

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Yo what's up everyone. I'm sick so I stayed home from school today, so I decided to make one of the Gladers sick because I'm evil like that 😈 anyway, as for the Glader who catches a cold, I choose....Minho!
Minho: why me?! I'm too awesome to get sick
Me: too bad! *coughs on Minho*
Minho: AHHH!! Germs!!!!
Me: there, now you're sick too
Newt: his palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy, there's vomit on his shirt already-
Me: that's enough, Newt -_-

Minho: shuck I don't feel too good...

Newt: what's wrong?

Minho: my throat hurts and my nose itches

Gally: OH NO HE'S INFECTED WITH SOMETHING! FEED HIM TO THE GRIEVERS!!!!

Minho: NO!

Jeff: calm down, Gally. Minho just has a cold

Minho: a cold what?

Jeff: a cold

Minho: a cold what?

Jeff: -_- a cold

Minho: I think you're missing the subject of the sentence

Jeff: I think you're missing a few brain cells

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Meanwhile, at WICKED....

Ava Paige: oh no, they mentioned something about brain cells.... Do you think they're onto us?!?!?!?

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Back in the Glade....

Minho: ARE YOU TRYING TO OUT SASS THE SASS MASTER?!?

Jeff: -_- no. It's just that you're so uneducated you don't even know what a cold is

Minho: look around, Jeff. Who here can educate anyone?!

The Gladers: HEY!

Jeff: look, Minho, I don't want to argue with you anymore. You just need to rest for a while. No more running in the Maze until you're feeling better

Minho: but-

Jeff: no buts. Go to your room

Minho: -_-

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Minho: shuck I can't breathe through my nose....how the shuck am I supposed to sleep?!

Thomas: hey Minho!

Minho: oh no...

Thomas: Frypan asked me to bring you some soup

Minho: okay, thank you. You can leave now

Thomas: but I wanted to feed you

Minho: o.O go away. now

Thomas: *holds spoon in front of Minho's mouth* here comes the airplane!

Minho: I'm not a b-

Thomas: *shoves spoon into Minho's mouth*

Minho: 😠

Newt: Tommy, what are you doing?

Thomas: feeding Minho

Newt: I think Minho can feed himself

Minho: thank you, Newt

Thomas: ....fine... *puts down bowl and leaves*

Newt: *sits down on Minho's bed*

Minho: uh, Newt, what are you doing?

Newt: I'm going to read you

Minho: uh...

Newt: Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone

Minho: NUUUUUUU!!!!!!!!!

Newt: Chapter 1, The Boy Who Lived...

Two hours later

Minho: *asleep*

Newt: okay, I'm a little more than half way- oh, you're asleep...

Jeff: Newt? You can leave Minho alone now. He needs to rest

Newt: of course *leaves*

Minho: *wakes up* finally, they're gone...

Alby: oh, Minho, you're awake

Minho: hi Alby

Alby: the Box brought up some medicine and Jeff said to give it to you

Minho: okay...

Alby: *pours some medicine into a spoon*

Minho: *takes the medicine*

Alby: how do you feel?

Minho: *cough* *gag* *cough* SHUCK THATS AWFUL!

Alby: but it says it's grape flavor...

Minho: LIES

Alby: well anyway, it should make you feel better

Minho: yeah whatever *falls asleep*

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The next day....

Minho: GUESS WHAT, SHUCK FACES?!!?! IM FEELING BETTER!!!!

Jeff: that's great!

Newt: great!

Thomas: can I still feed you?

Minho: -_- no, Thomas

Thomas: ...fine....

Gally: *starts coughing*

Thomas: can we feed him to the Grievers?....

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