Everyone, "Cookies and love"

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A/N: So this imagine was written 10/11/15 and that's why it is in a different style and better from the others. I'm planning on going through and updating them/making them longer.

The flu had been raging through the glade faster then Minho being chased by multiple grievers. Alby had told everyone to take some time off and had separated the sick and the healthy in an effort to keep it that way. You had been lucky and had avoided the flu so far. Along with Minho who was boasting that it was his good looks that were keeping him healthy. "Gally's still healthy so I don't think that's how it works." Chuck said laughing "I HEARD THAT." Gally said storming around the corner and throwing Chuck over his shoulder. He started tickling him until Chuck couldn't breathe anymore. "Y/n doesn't think that, right?" He says winking at you. "Chuck, Minho's being a slinthead, don't believe him." You say. Gally, fairly satisfied with that answer goes back to whatever he was doing and Minho chuckles "Good one, kid." He says ruffling Chucks hair.

Clint walked in and flopped on a couch. "That bad, huh?" You ask as you get him some water. "Thomas won't stop throwing up and Newts gotten into sleep talking." He groans and rolls over. Minho pipes up instantly, "What is he talking about?" He asks excitedly Chuck also looks up. Clint just shakes his head. "Weird stuff, about something called Paradise." He says scratching his head. "He usually sounds like he's pleading to get into it, don't know why though." He says and Chuck goes back to his carving. Minho looks at you, "Paradise?" He asked. You shrug, "I've never heard of that, must just be that bug in his head." You say.

"Is everyone OK other then that?" One of the slicers asks who had been listening in. Clint nods slowly "we better hope we get that medication in the next box but we should be fine." You nodded there was another box due in two days and you hoped the right stuff was in it. You had been trying to get a TV from the beginning and you hoped they didn't decide now was a good time. Chuck also nodded "I hope Thomas gets better soon" He says. "Me too buddy, I wanna get back to running." Minho said. Alby had ordered all the runners to stay in the maze until the flu had been cleared up. There were minimum amounts of people out doing the bare minimum of work. Frypan wandered in with a plate full of sandwiches and everyone stopped what they were doing temporarily and grabbed one.

"No matter what happens at least we have these." Chuck said holding up a cookie. Everyone laughed and nodded, no matter what they had each other and maybe that would be enough.


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