The Maze Runner Preference and Imagines

mine- the scorch trials imagine (minho)

"Y/n..."minho says softly,setting you down because he can no longer carry you thru the scorch. Its hot and youre tired. Your feet are burning and your head is screaming at you just to go to sleep and never wake up. You ignore your head and sit up,groaning softly and rubbing your head as the other gladers stop also. "Y/n...i can carry you a little bit longer if you c-" minho starts, but you cut him off. "I-ill be fine...its nothing i cant handle..." you say and try standing up but fall right on your ass. You whimper a bit and start to get blurry spots in your vision. You close your eyes tight and  your body burns from being under the sun, and you can tell that minho is starting to get sunburns all over his body. Him sharing a sheet with you wasnt a good idea...

"Minho.."you say softly and watch as everyone gets up so they can go on. He looks at you and goes to pick you up, but you shake your head and look down, your eyes watering. You try to get the words out of your mouth, but they are all jammed in your throat. It feels like your gonna throw up. And all of a sudden you have a hard time breathing. Your breath gets caught in your throat,along with the jammed words, you cough and try to breath, but each breath makes it even harder for you. Your face goes red and your vision blurs almost all the way.
"Y/n?!" minho shouts, trying to get you to breath. "Whats wrong with you??!!" he pats your back and you finally get something up, vomit. You don't get the jammed words, or the air you desperately need. You vomit on the hot sand, whilst still trying to get air passed the jammed words, and into your lungs.

You manage to get a small breath in. But not enough. You've never wanted air more than right now. You choke on the vomit, the jammed words not letting it go past, the air not getting to your lungs, you fall on your back and try to breath. You desperately try to breath. The suns burning yours and minhos skin. You try to breath but cant. So you stop trying, stop trying to get the air thru those jammed words, you stop completely. And with those jammed words,left unsaid.