IN THE END ⇉ [MINHO] ✓

6 ☓ concern & fear

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Minho didn't go back. He didn't think about going back. He just thought about running and getting out of this horrorifc maze that Ellise had put us into. It was almost the end of the week and Minho knew what that meant, Thomas was coming. This didn't stop Minho from running, neither did Ben's banishment, neither did Newt's constant protests about how he needed to stop and just relax. Newt knew something that Minho didn't. Newt knew how much Minho really cared about the greenie, Minho was blinded by anger, blinded by the fact she could of died for selfish reasons. He was trying to convince himself that the stupid girl was an enemy and it was working, inch by inch he hated her even more. This is what concerned Newt the most. Ellise trusts Minho with everything she knows, and when she woke up Minho would be distant, he'd ignore her and if he did talk to her, he'd yell and get frustrated. Ellise would be alone, and gradually she'd hate Minho back, but her hate would be true. Minho would realise that he was just upset and Ellise would never look at him ever again. This, is why Newt was trying to stop Minho from thinking to much, running to much. Because when he ran he thought about everything. And that was a problem. So when Minho walked into the kitchens in the morning on the third day of Ellise being in her little coma, Newt was ready to stop Minho from leaving.

"Mornin' Newt, why you uo this early?" Minho cracked a smile picking up an apple and taking a bite out of it.

Newt rolled his eyes, "To give you orders. You're not to go into the maze today, at all,"

Minho's eyebrows shot up, "And why not?"

"You need to go see her," Newt said dryly.

"Why's that?" Minho narrowed his eyes clenching his fists.

"She doesn't have anyone else Minho. She refuses to bond with anyone except you. Go. Now,"

"No!" Minho snapped leaning forward the slightest.

"Why not?" Newt asked blankly, sighing.

Minho rolled his eyes, "I can't stand the sight of her Newt,"

"Bloody hell," Newt muttered shaking his head.

"Either way, she isn't improving, she doesn't move, and she has Clint and Jeff coming in and checking in on her," Minho retorted, "And why don't you go and watch her if you care so much, hmm?"

"Minho, I only care about you," Newt sighed wincing from the headache he was getting from this whole thing, "I care about you and your wellbeing,"

"I am doing shucking fine thank you!"

"No, you aren't. You're working too hard in the maze trying to stop thinking about her. You want to hate her but you can't," Newt stated.

Minho took a step back, "No-"

"Yes,"

"No!"

"Oh bloody hell just go! Even if you're in there for five minutes!" Newt yelled, getting sick of Minho's crap.

Minho frowned, his eyes darkening, "For the last time no,"

He grabbed a premade sandwich, shoving it into his pack before leaving the kitchen. This made Newt frustrated. He ran into the doorway of the kitchens and shouted one last thing to Minho.

"You'll loose her if you be like this! When her brother comes she won't need you anymore if you keep treating her like this!"

Minho pivoted around shooting Newt a glare, "I don't care,"

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"Let me wake up, now," I growled, my fists clenching as I sat up on the lit up floor