The Maze Runner: Newt Fanfiction

Chapter 20

"Run!" Minho yelled, grabbing Rose's arm. They run in sync once more, the Griever hot on their heels. "Don't look back!" Minho gasps as they turn a corner.

"Obviously!" Rose snaps keeping her pace, the best she could. She couldn't help but be surprised she still held the same endurance. Rose expected to have lost at least a little bit but she kept up with Minho with no problems.

The two Gladers sprint as fast as they can around every corner, not losing speed. "Don't look back!" Minho screams in heavy breaths as the Griever stays on them.

"Shut up, Minho!" Rose replied, barely able to get the words out with how much her chest was heaving. She knew this was not the time for Minho to be demanding orders. With their luck, he'd trip and fall and they'd both be done for.

Rose's flashbacks to a few days prior came rushing back again as her chest began to burn. She was having the same feeling she did then. Everything was becoming blurry, her legs feeling like boiled noodles, and her feeling like she was breathing through a straw.

"Come on, Rose!" Minho grabbed the collar of Rose's shirt as she started to fall behind. "Done...it...before!" As if the Griever understood Minho and knew it was wasting it's time, it came to a sudden halt and turned around. Before Minho and Rose could register the change in the Griever, it was already thirty yards away. Rose and Minho slow down gradually when they realize the Griever is gone.

"Ugh." Rose huffs as she falls to her knees. She lays down on her back, her heart pounding out her chest.

"Dude. Let's go. I don't need on of those shuck Grievers coming back." Minho said as he walked over to Rose, hands on his hips.

"Mhm." Rose mumbles as she slowly sits back up, her back aching a bit making her realize she wasn't mentally okay. She knew her back hurting was all in her head but she couldn't help it. "Go, I'll catch up." Rose says, her breaths still almost too heavy for her words to be understood.

"What! Newt will have my shuck head if I leave you. I'm not stupid. Come on."

"Mhm..." Rose hummed, not registering what Minho was saving. Everything was spinning around her as blackness surrounded her outer vision. It was similar to what had happened when she was scraped, but not quite to where she was going to pass out, unfortunately. She was going to have to wait until she regained her breath and strength if she was going to make it back to the Glade.

"Are you okay?" Minho questioned, this time his voice held concern for his friend. He knew was Rose could handle running, he didn't think he'd ever see her like this unless she was actually injured.

"Hmm?" Rose's eyes closed but darted open as she tried to keep herself awake.

"Alright, we gotta get you back." Minho sighs as he bends down and puts Rose's arm behind his neck and picks her up. "You're heavy." Minho says jokingly as Rose lays in his arms.

"Shut up." Rose mumbles with a smile causing Minho to laugh.

"I feel like you're faking just so you don't have to run." Minho sticks his nose up to sky, as if he were offended.

"Shuck face." Was all Rose could mutter. She felt physically horrible but Minho was making her feel mentally better. He always knew how to make her laugh even when she didn't want to. That was one of the reason she adored him as much as she did. Soon enough, Rose was caving into the overwhelming urge to close her eyes. Once she caved, there was no going back and she was completely asleep.

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"Roseeeeeee." Minho said as he moved his arms a little, waking Rose.