The Maze Runner Imagines/Preferences

#7 You Get Stung

Thomas –

Being a Runner was hard work, but a job that had to be done every day. You line up with Minho and Thomas, waiting for the Doors to open. While waiting, you and Thomas were waiting behind Minho, and Thomas pulled you into a long, passionate kiss with you silently giggling and him giggling as well. You break apart just as Minho turns around to see both of you stifling a laugh. He raises an eyebrow and turns back to the Doors. Thomas kisses you again, and Minho turns around to find you two laughing again. This happens a few more times, before the last time Thomas had been too caught up in your kiss that you broke apart, shocked when you heard Minho yell “GEEZ GUYS GET A ROOM WHEN YOU COME BACK WE DON’T HAVE TIME FOR THIS!” You both look guiltily at the ground, giggling still, just as the Doors rumble to life and you all run down the long corridor.  You hug Thomas tightly before leaving to map out your section. As you ran around slashing ivy and mapping on your notepad, you turn a corner and see a Griever staring straight at you. You dodge back around the corner but it was too late. The familiar sound of click click whirl, click click whirl came creeping up to you as you sprint and scream. The Griever takes out its needle and stabs you centimetres from  your heart. You scream but continue running back to the Glade. As your vision becomes blurrier, you run into something. You scream, thinking it was a Griever but it was Thomas. You calm yourself and he embraces you tightly. “Y/N, how come you’re back so early?” “Griever…” Thomas lifts up your shirt and gasps at the sight. “Come on, let’s get you back.” Thomas picks you up bridal style and walks back to the Glade.

Once he returns, he takes you straight to the Med-House, where Jeff was treating another injury. Cliff comes over, looking concerned. “What happened?” he asks, glancing at you from top to bottom. “She needs the Grief serum,” Thomas answers, lying you on a bed. Cliff disappears and the words escape from your lips. “I……. love………… you…………. Thomas.” He gently squeezed your hand as Cliff reappeared and gently injected the serum into your arm. Your eyes slowly droop and close before you know it.

Newt –

Your eyes flutter open. You grumble. Great. Another day in the Maze. The door pushes open and Newt’s head pops up from the side of it. “Good morning, love,” he says, coming into the room and giving you a kiss on the forehead. You wrap your arms around his neck and you pull yourself up. “You have the most creative ways of getting up, Y/N.” You laugh lightly. “I know,” you say, getting up and beginning to get changed.  Newt just lies on the bed watching you. You turn around. “Are you alright there?” “Yeah,” Newt replies, and you give him the look. “I’m going to go tell Tommy and Minho you’ll be out soon,” Newt changes his mind, and you roll your eyes and continue getting changed.

You run up to your brother Thomas, Minho and Newt and as the Doors opened, Newt hugs you and pecks you on the lips. “Stay safe,” he says, before you run into the Maze and wave behind you before disappearing and making a right turn. You immediately get to work, making notes and slashing ivy for around two hours before stopping to have lunch. As you finish, you turn to get your drink bottle and stop dead when you see a Griever looking around, hunting for its next victim before laying its eyes on you. You grab your pack and run while the sound of the Griever comes closer and closer to you. The creature finally caught up to you and it got one of its arms and it grabbed you and slammed you against a wall. The Griever’s tail makes an appearance and goes to stab you in the heart but you interject it and try to kick it so the sting landed in your leg. The Griever drops you and scampers off, leaving you lying against the wall, panting and bleeding.

You run back to the Glade tired and scared. You didn’t want to go to the Med-House, so you went straight to your room. You lift up your shirt and gag at the sight of the veins all defined and very clear. You drop the shirt as Newt enters the room. “You’re back early,” he says, hugging you from behind before kissing your neck. “I finished early,” you reply, turning around and hugging him close, your head to his chest. “That’s my little Runner,” Newt says, kissing the top of your head and leaving the room. You keep up the smile the whole time. When he leaves, you plop yourself on the bed and fall asleep.

 he next morning, you lift up your shirt again. The sting had gotten worse. But you think you could hold it out until tonight. Then you would definitely go to the Med-House. You pack your pack and run to the Doors. Newt was waiting with Thomas and Minho and you ran up to him and kissed him straight on the lips and hugging him very tightly before waiting for the Doors. As if sensing you were there, they opened and you ran in with Thomas and Minho. But before you separate to your sections, you stop them. You demand a hug from both people. Confused at your sudden sincerity, they do and you grab Minho first and almost strangle him with your arms. You release him and then do the same to Thomas. “I love you guys so much,” you say, before you three make you own way.

For hours, you sit around doing nothing. You walk around the Maze, hiding from Grievers and Tom and Minho. As sunset falls you find a place to rest.

Newt’s POV:

“Where is she?” I demand, storming up to Thomas. Thomas scratched his head, thinking it was a trick question. “Here?” “Well then, she hasn’t said hello to me, which she does all the time unless we’re in a fight which we’re not so she’s not here,” I explain as Minho comes in. “Well then, there’s only one thing we can do,” Thomas says. “And that’s look for my sister.” “Hey, have you noticed her acting strange this morning?” I ask. “Yes, she hugs me and said that she loves me and Minho very much.” “But she would only say that if she would never see you again… Oh, no.” “What?” Thomas asks. “She doesn’t intend on seeing you again. She was stung.” “It makes sense now,” Thomas replies, panicking. “We’ve gotta go NOW. Hang on I’ll get a serum in case she is.” He disappears to the Med-House and comes back holding the serum. “Let’s go.” I nod, and we both run back into the Maze as the Doors slammed shut.

Your POV:

By now I have shown all the symptoms of getting stung – vomiting, bleeding, sweating and panting. I rest against the wall as I hear the Doors shut. I am relieved that no one was here to watch me become weak. I fall to the ground and start to pass out when I hear two voices calling out my name. I chuckle. How ironic would it be if that is Newt and Tom? You see two figures running to you and realise that it IS Newt and Thomas. Newt runs and kisses your forehead. “Y/N, you’re going to be okay,” he says worryingly, propping your head in his lap. But by this time you were almost too weak to speak. Thomas sprints over to you and pulls out the serum. He stabs it into your arm and you gasp for air, your vision filled with Newt’s eyes. You caress his cheek with your hand before falling unconscious.

Minho –

You absolutely loved being a Runner. One morning, you wake up and find Minho sleeping right beside you. You shake him awake and you both get ready for the big day ahead. The newest Runner, Thomas, had thought he found something when he pulled out a Griever brain the night before. Once the both of you had finished getting ready, Minho walks to you and pulls you into a kiss. You wrap your arms around his warm and neck and pull him into a deeper, more passionate kiss. This continued until Newt enters the room. “Oh! I’m really, terribly sorry to ruin the moment but Alby wants a word with you, Minho.” “Oh shucks, what does he want now?” Minho mutters while leaving the room. You give Newt a quick, nervous smile before running off to find Thomas.

The Doors sprang to life and opened. As soon as the crack was big enough to slip through, you race in and run off to your assigned section. Alby had decided that Minho and Thomas will try and figure something out with the Griever brain while you map as much as you can from their sections. After what seemed like an eternity, you look up at the sky and realise that it is well past midday. You stop for a break and lean against a wall, not realising how tired you were until now. You shake off the feeling, take a gulp of water and continue to run. You skid around the corner and nearly run into a cold lump of iron. You slowly look up and meet your gaze with what seemed to be an angry Griever. You scream but it was too late. The barb sunk into your flesh and you were already starting to lose consciousness. You run. You run back to the Glade. You can see the speck of a place but the sting was starting to get the better of you. You collapse and you hear Minho’s voice, asking very worriedly, “Y/N, are you okay? You look as if you’re going to faint.” You lift up your shirt and Minho gasps before lifting your head and shaking it. “The Doors are going to close soon. I’ve gotta get help.” “No,” you say as loud as you can, gripping to his shirt. You gulp, feeling as if all the fluids have left your body. “Stay……” And that was the last thing you said before droopily closing your eyes.