It had been 200 days since you first arrived in The Glade. Approximately 7 months. It wasn’t easy to forget the countless times you had spent the first few nights awake, tossing and turning in the most uncomfortable bed. It wasn’t so easy to forget about how each day was spent bandaging teenage boys who had gotten cut, grazed or bruised. It’s been one heck of a miracle the Creators haven’t sent a griever to kill you yet, arousing suspicions in you and why haven’t they sent Thomas or Theresa?

The first few days you had been in a coma, or at least that’s what they say anyway. To you, it felt like a century you had been out for. You’d put on a smile for everyone, but you were screaming inside. The boys let you have a job, reluctantly. They treated you like a girl at first, but now they treat you like one of them, a Glader.

It was easy for you to count every day when the runners did their job of risking their lives for everyone else in The Glade. You owed your life to the runners. Even if they couldn’t bring back news of a way out.

It wasn’t so bad in here, definitely better than being out there, in The Maze. You were familiar with the way The Glade was designed, you knew about the Maze and the walls shifting every night. You had supplies brought to you every week, a new greenie every month which meant an extra pair of limbs to help out. 

But the boys didn’t know you, the real you. You knew every single one but you were a stranger to all of them. You felt terrible for not telling them, you haven’t even been able to complete your mission, which is to help them escape. Truth is, you’re just as stuck as they are but you have your memories, unlike the Gladers.

A pair of strong arms snake around your waist; causing your heart to almost skip a beat and bring you back to reality, then lifted you up off your feet. A squeal escapes your lips.

“put me down minho” you giggle as he effortlessly tosses you over his shoulder.

“nope” you hear the keeper of the runners chuckle, “orders are orders”.

“what orders? Put me down or I’ll scream” you try to use your most threatening tone but fail miserably, you keep giggling, being at such a high altitude.

“Newt’s orders”. Minho purposely lets you slip, but only the slightest. You gasp and grab the nearest thing which happened to be his torso.

“you’ll have to try better than that, (y/n). I knew you liked me but didn’t know you wanted me that bad.” Minho laugh, your cheeks reddening. You quickly let go of him and cross your arms.

“why would Newt want you to manhandle me like this?” you stick out your bottom lip in a pout even though you knew minho couldn’t see your face.

You hear him mumble an answer but you couldn’t exactly make out what he said.

You can’t figure out why Newt would want to talk to you and why he couldn’t just approach you himself but you didn’t mind letting the mighty keeper of the runners carry you around.

“you fall asleep back there?” speaking of the devil.

“no, just thinking”. You grin. “If Newt really did send for me, he could’ve at least sent a prince” you tease him.

“if you want a prince, you have to be a princess” he retorts back as he continues walking.

“wow Minho, that’s so encouraging.” You roll your eyes, “note the sarcasm”.

“see? This is why you can’t be a princess. And who needs a prince when you’ve got the Keeper of the Runners?”  You can almost see him grinning proudly.

“we all need you Minho. Thanks for bringing (y/n) up.” You hear Newt speak and you realise you’ve arrived to your destination.

You hear Minho mumble back a “no worries” and as he puts you down you notice a smirk playing on his lips.

“Newt, why am I here?” you ask him as Minho moves to stand beside Newt

 “(y/n), you’ve been with us for more than half a year now” Newt begins with a small smile plastered on his face.

“and we just wanted to tell you how awesome you are, girl or no girl” Minho adds with a wink which makes you roll your eyes playfully.

“and I know you’d rather have your real life back and we all want to get the shuck out of here-” Newt says, confusing you a little but when Minho elbows his side, Newt continues.

“We’d just like to say how extremely proud we are of you, being the first and only girl in The Glade for so long. You deserve a bloody medal”. Newt grins brightly, his words almost bringing tears to your eyes. You don’t deserve their kindness and trust, you don’t deserve their friendship you lied to them and helped in the process of sending them here.

“(y/n), you’re crying. What’s wrong, love?” Newt’s smile instantly disappears and a concerned expression replaces it.

“I’m a lie” you barely choke out, tears staining your cheeks.

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