Maze Runner Imagines

How To Save A Life

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I hurried around the small room, not even giving myself a second to hesitate as I organized the medical supplies that had been left out for when I was trying to treat Ben. I was so engrossed in my work that I didn't see two broad figures with a slumped slightly conscious boy with his arms draped across their shoulders.

"What happened?" I asked as I ushered Thomas and Alby to lay Minho on the cot.

"He passed out in the maze. He got a few cuts and scrapes from it. It must have been the heat." Thomas explained.

"That buggin' heat is getting to everyone." I muttered to myself as I've had more boys passing out than ever these past few weeks.

I quickly grabbed a small towel and drenched it with some cool water. I wrung it out until it was just nicely moist before placing it on Minho's forehead.

"I want you watching him around the clock until he has recovered." Alby ordered and I nodded quickly as I grabbed some drinking water for Minho. "I'll be back to check on him in a couple hours."

Within the next few moments, the room had cleared until it was just Minho and I. I noticed the long cuts and scrapes lining his bare arms from when he must had passed out. I carefully started to wash the wounds to avoid infection.

After I treated and bandaged the wounds, I was able to get some water down his throat and his fever finally started to lower. While there was nothing much left for me to do except remoisten the towel and get some water down his throat, I spent most of my time reorganzing supplies or talking to Jeff the few times he came in to check on Minho. I didn't want to admit it though, but my mind spent most of the time straying to Minho.

Minho was one of the few boys here that I don't know very well. He went his way and I went mine. He's only in the Glade for a few hours other than for sleeping.

I started my next part of my routine of trying to bring down his fever as I took his towel and dunked it in a small bucket filled with chilled water. I wrung out the excess water and dabbed it back onto Minho's forehead. I turned away briefly for a moment, but immediately turned back as my wrist was grasped tightly.

Minho's eyes were wide open and his chest was heaving as he took in deep breaths. "Wha-wher-" He mumbled words in between heavy breaths.

"You passed out in the maze." I said softly as Minho still looked around the room with curious eyes.

"How long have I been out?"

"For about 6 hours or so." I replied.

Minho let out a heavy sigh as he pushed his palms down on the cot, starting to push himself upright. I hurried over, placing my hands on his shoulders, pushing him down softly, but he refused to budge. "You need to rest or you won't fully recover." I murmured as I stood over him.

"I feel fine." Minho stressed each word as he pressed up against my arms until he was fully standing.

"Min-" I started to warn, but Minho's body started to fall backwards as his legs started to give out without warning. I just managed to catch him enough to guide his body back to the cot.

I lightly pressed down on his chest until he finally laid back down on his back. I got the sodden towel and pressed it to his forehead once again. "You fell pretty hard out there. You need to take it easy." I murmured softly as I dabbed his temples before moving down to his flushed cheeks.

Minho cast his eyes downward, refusing to meet mine. "Since when did you become a Med-jack?" He asked not in an accusing way, but in a soft, curious tone.

"About a week ago. You're my first real patient other than Clint who came in for a buggin' stomach ache."

"Well, it's nice to wake up to your beautiful face than Clint and Jeff." Minho murmured, giving me a small smile.

I didn't know what to say, but my flushed cheeks pretty much spoke for me.

"How long do you think I'll be stuck in bed-rest for?"

"Probably another day I would say." I said, finally meeting his eyes again.

"Will you be the one taking care of me?" He asked.

"Yeah, I'll be here around the clock."

"Then I don't think I'll mind being stuck to bed-rest." Minho's small smile turned into a smirk. At his comment, I swatted his shoulder, rolling my eyes jokingly.

"Watch yourself, shank. No funny business. I like this job and I want to keep it." i chuckled.

"Tell me what you mean by funny business. Or you could show me?" Minho's smile once again turned into a small, teasing smirk.

I pressed the towel to his forehead once again, just brushing off his comment, but it got me really thinking. His lips were right there. It was like they were inviting me to press my lips on his.

"Well it looks like it's your lucky day, shank." I muttered as I placed the towel on the table and leant over him. I could hear his heartbeat accelerate the closer that I got to him. I placed my hand on the back of his neck with my thumb lightly touching his cheek as I pressed my lips to his.

The touch of our lips together was captivating. With each touch, my body craved another. Our kisses were simple, but invigorating. I was almost too caught up to hear the doorknob shift open to reveal Alby.

I quickly pulled away, grabbing the towel and was about to press the towel back to Minho's forehead, when Alby spoke, "How are you feeling, Minho?" I let out a breath of relief as Alby hadn't expected a thing.

"Shucking awesome." He replied lazily with a small smile on his face.