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Sam
My breath hitches in my throat, as fresh tears begin forming in my eyes, the world seeming to come to a standstill for a second.
How will I hide this from the gladers?
How do I raise a child here?
And more importantly, who was the father?
The medjacks eye me warily, and slowly approach me, as if I was some kind of rabid animal. "Look, I know what you're thinking. We will figure this out somehow." Jeff smiles, and rearranges some medical shit on the table.
There is a period of silence for a moment, everyone too shocked to even utter a word.
There are suddenly rapid footsteps approaching the door, and it flies open, Minho rushing to my aid:
"Are you okay? Did I hit you too hard? Do you have a bruise? I'm so sorry!" Concern crosses his face, as he inspects me for bruises and cuts.
"Minho." He stops checking for injuries and sliwly looks up to meet my brown eyes, "I'm okay."
"But why did you pass out? I'm sorry about being nosey and all that klunk but-" he rambles.
"It's just a sickness, I'll be fine." I sigh, patting his musled bicep, "But more importantly, are you not running today?"
"No, Alby let me have a day off, he saw my state when you passed out and he just called it quits." He shrugs, grinning as he adds,"now you have to deal with me all day!"
I chuckle, rolling my eyes.
"You're okay to leave now, but just take it easy, yeah?" Jeff smiles, and he and Minho help me to my feet and out of the door.
We arrive at the kitchens, and collect a small lunch to snack on whilst we built our relationship up to something stronger than ever.
As the rest if the day consisted of pranks, silly jokes and getting to know eachother under the stars, whilst laughing at eachother's funny stories.
We had bonded, and it was something that the creators had never seen so strong before.
It was safe to say that I loved Minho, and nothing would ever get in the way of that. Nothing yet to come that would force us apart.
My eyes slip shut, and I pummel into the realm of dreams. Unknowing of the drama yet to come.
"Minho, there's something you need to know."
"Yeah?" He smiles encouragingly, urging me to continue.
"A couple of weeks ago, when we had sex in your room, I took a test thing. And it came out positive." I force out, staring at his confused face.
"What's that supposed to mean? Positive? ...What?"
"I'm pregnant, Minho." I spit out.
"I- wait, what?" He manages to force out, a shocked expression covering his features. "My baby? I'm going to be a father?"
"Yeah, Minho. You're going to be a father." I smile up at him.
