Tired of Running

64|| whatever it takes

// but when i wake up,
i see you with me \\

~

Harper kept her eyes closed in painless bliss, but a weight at the end of her bed pulled her back. She smiled as her tired eyes landed on the gladers. Their whispers amongst themselves instantly stopped as she stirred. Harper looked around at them sleepily, a weak smile on her lips, "Hey..." She reached forward to grab the nearest hand- Thomas. Harper looked up at him tearfully, she didn't think she would ever see him again... And there, with tears in his own eyes sat Newt. He reached for Harper's hand, letting out a big breath of relief. Minho was sitting on her other side, his hand on her shoulder. "You all can stop looking at me like I'm injured." Harper said tiredly, looking around. Thomas and Newt looked at each other guiltily, before looking back at Harper with a sad smile. "What happened to you?" Newt was tracing small circles on her hand, looking at her with a worried expression, "How did you get out..." Harper bit her lip, "I wouldn't have gotten anywhere without Minho..." Minho scoffed, "Says the one who played doctor..." Harper rolled her eyes, "I don't remember having to carry you." When they had finished retelling their journey, the boys all gaped at them in awe. Brenda wasn't too impressed, "I think she needs to rest... She still doesn't look good.." Minho, Newt and Thomas glared at her and Brenda quickly left the tent. Harper sat up and moved to get off the small cot, "Whoa, whoa-" Minho grabbed her arm, "No, you need to stay-" "I'm not staying in bed. I'm fine." Harper stood up and walked out of the tent. Thomas scoffed, "So that's where I get it from..." Thomas smirked in amused and followed his sister. Newt and Minho exchanged anxious and sad glances, knowing what they were thinking without even speaking. "What happens when she gets bad again... That stuff doesn't go on trees..." The pair exited the tent and found a spot on top of the hill, overlooking everything. Minho sighed, "Maybe she won't.. Maybe that stuff will..." Newt looked at him darkly, "Minho. They said there's no cure.. Mary herself said it would only give her time." Minho sighed, nodding solemnly, "Then we will do whatever it takes to find her a cure." He met Newt's eyes, the blond boy looked down sadly, before nodding. Minho took his mind off the subject, wanting to think of anything else. His eyes found Harper and Thomas a ways off, walking together. She was laughing... It had been too long since she had done that. Frypan had made his way up the mountain and sat beside the pair, "I miss it..." Newt looked up at him in confusion, "The glade... I didn't think it was possible, but I miss it." Minho sighed, "I thought when we escaped the maze, we would all be together... That we would all be safe... We've lost half..." Newt shook his head, "We're still together... Some of us. They haven't split us up.." Minho stood up angrily, "Haven't they? Where's Winston? Where's Chuck? How about Jack? Gally? What about Harper?" Newt had stood too now, "They're with Alby! And Stephen! And Jeff and Clint! Probably better off than us!" "Hey... Guys-" Frypan was cut off as the two boys continued shouting at each other. "Maybe we should go back to WICKED.. They can cure her... Run as many tests as they need, to just-" Frypan gaped, "Go back? Go back?! To the people who have killed all of our friends... They'll just kill the rest of us." Minho turned to Frypan furiously, "I will do whatever I have to to make sure Harper is better." He clenched his fists, "Whatever. It. Takes." Newt took a deep breath, "At least we agree there." He walked off without another word, anxiety and anger eating at his stomach.

Harper walked beside Thomas, looking over their view with a slight smile, "For a dying world, it sure is pretty..." She sighed, sitting down on a clump of rocks. Harper breathed out and wrapped her arm around Thomas, "Don't worry about me..." Thomas frowned, "But.. There's no cure... I don't want to lose you..." Harper sighed, nodding slowly, "I know... But.. All my life I've only seen death.. Very little happiness.. You, Newt, Minho.. The only reasons I've gotten through all of this." Thomas pulled his sister in a tight hug, which Harper was thankful for as she rested her head on his shoulder. It was nice having a brother... She closed her eyes as Thomas just held her tightly. "So... Do you love him?" Harper looked up at him with raised eyebrows, her heart rate picking up. "Newt..." Thomas looked at her softly, watching as the thoughts in her head were obviously scattering. "I do..." She breathed, rubbing her face, "So, you two together?" Harper bit her lip, "Are we-" She couldn't help but feeling odd about this subject- maybe they had been, but really what type of relationship would be possible here... Especially if she was dying... Harper smirked playfully, "Are you and Teresa together?" Thomas' heart stung at the mention of her, "I don't know... Last time I saw her she was being controlled by wicked and she shot me." Harper raised her eyebrows, "Well... I kissed Minho." Thomas looked at her, this time raising his eyebrows, "I kissed Brenda because I was hallucinating and thought she was Teresa..." Harper actually started laughing, "Well, some relationships we have." This made Thomas laugh, shaking his head, "It seems pointless... Being in love with someone in this situation..." Harper nodded, "Maybe that's why it's so strong... Because of everything we've been through together..." Thomas hummed, considering this, "You're right... But really? Minho?" Harper gasped and smacked him playfully, "Yes, Minho!" She started laughing, "Brenda? Really! I cant stand her.." Thomas snorted, "Neither can I..." Harper shook her head and rested it against Thomas' shoulder, "It's nice having someone to talk to... It's all so normal.. I haven't ever known normal..." Thomas pulled Harper closer, "Whatever it takes to feel normal... Even if it is talking about my sister's boy problems..." Harper smacked Thomas again, rolling her eyes. It felt good to laugh... Despite everything, she was still laughing. Maybe she was dying... But she wouldn't be alone. She had Thomas... And Newt. And Minho. And after everything, she could still laugh...