The maze runner (fanfic)

~ chapter 6 ~

I wake up to find Thomas and Minho beside my bed.

"Hey greenbean, guess what?" Minho says, "You were stung!"

After he says it a slide show of memories power through my mind, some of them stay but most fade. And I'm glad, they were horrifying. Crazy people chasing me and eating each other.

"stung?" I shudder.

"Grievers got ya." says Thomas, "Just about got the serum in. We didn't know."

I go pale. Kissing Thomas was a dream. His speech was a dream. It was all one shucking dream.

I groan. Putting my hand up to my face, I pause, I run my fingers along the side of my face. I feel stitches from my eye to my lip. Shuck.

Minho rubs the back of his neck. "yea.. about that. Fifteen stiches." he mumbles.

"Pretty bad concussion too. Any weird dreams?" Thomas adds.

"yeah." I flush, remembering the dream kiss.

But honestly, I only see Thomas as a friend.

I close my eyes and rest my head against my pillow.

"Hey," Thomas says," Makes you look tough."

I half grin."Good I'm sick of getting leered at by half the boys."

They both laugh.

"Not Minho though!" Thomas shouts and runs out.

Minho coughs, looking pink, "I uh, gotta go eat..."

He gets up to leave.

"Wait! I'm coming too!" I say.

"Is that a good idea?" he asks nervously.

"Gotta eat sometime." I shrug.

We get to the kitchen, its soup.

I sit with Newt and Thomas. Once Minho gets his food he sits opposite me. I manage a few sips of the broth and start noticing the stares,the whispers, the people elbowing each other and pointing at me.

"I have a really bad headache, I'm going out for a while." I say, trying to smile but inside my gut is withering like a dying flower.

I go deep into the deadheads and sit against a tree trunk. And I sob. I trickle runs out my right eye and into my wound. The saltiness stings and I swear.

"Wow there! Easy on the words Greenie!" its Minho.

He sits opposite me, "What's up?"

"You wouldn't understand." I sigh.

"What to have a wound like that?" he unbuttons his shirt to reveal a 30cm scar on his chest.

"But its not on your face! For the world to see! for people to laugh at!" And I cry again, hard.

He wipes my cheek. "Ask anyone, I'm not a nice person. But I want to help you Tori. So I start by this."

He stands me on my feet and gets down on one knee.

"Tori the greenbean." he smirks, "Do you take my hand in friendship?"

I fake a curtsy, failing horribly. " I do."

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