"Okay, go!" Minho yelled as the doors opened wide enough for the three of you to run in. You ran fairly quickly (not sprinting yet) down the first passage until it split into two forks.

"Okay, Y/N, you go with Newt because it's your first time. You two need to need to remember everything, okay? Keep track of time, shuckfaces!" Minho ordered.

You mockingly blew him a kiss, not noticing the looks that passed between Minho and Newt (jealous and laughing as they teased each other over your head). "Sure thing, Minho. Let's go, Newt!"

Newt grinned as you both broke into a sprint, taking as many turns as possible in order to cover more ground.

"You're pretty good, you know, Y/N," Newt panted as you take a quick break, wolfing down some of Frypan's sandwiches.

"Aw," you patted his head, messing up his hair (which just made him more adorable). "He thinks he's better than me!"

"You are so on!" Newt got to his feet, pulling you up as well. You laughed loudly as you raced him, always a few steps ahead. Newt was fast, but you were faster.

"Okay, okay!" Newt held up his hands, sweating profusely and panting heavily. "You win, Y/N."

You laughed, but stopped abruptly. "Wait, do you hear that?"

You and Newt both turned around slowly, to see the most horrendous thing you could remember. It was a slimy, blubbery mass, with stings, metal weapons and limbs, letting loose horrendous screeching noises as it moved towards you both.

"Holy bloody fucking shit!" Newt swore rapidly. "A Griever!"

"I thought they didn't come out during the day!" you backed up slowly as the Griever screamed and whined, taking a few steps forward,

"No, they just always come out at ni-" Newt cut himself off as the Griever howled and started moving towards you. "Run!"

You did as he said, obeying him without a question. The thing was always right on your tail, and gaining on you and Newt by the second.

"Minho!" you screamed. "Minho! Help!"

"Y/N?!" you heard him shouting back. "Newt?!"

"There's a bloody Griever!" Newt yelled, and you heard a faint "of shucking course" come from a few turns ahead of you.

"Guys, the doors are gonna close in a minute!" Minho screamed. "You need to hurry!"

You and Newt ran even faster, throwing looks over your shoulders at the Griever that was on your feet. Apparently, you'd really lost track of time over the day.

You rounded the last corner, seeing the Gladers gathered at the open door.

"Get back, get back!" you and Newt yelled at them. Minho was just ahead of you, and the doors began to rumble to a close.

"Come on! Come on!" the Gladers chanted. Minho had reached them, and he looked terrified.

"We're not gonna make it!" you gasped, looking at Newt with a heartbroken glance.

"No," he stared determinedly at you. "You just got here. You're going to make it. We both are!"

With a final ounce of energy, Newt pushed you forwards. You realised he was prepared to stay back in the Maze, to die for you.

You were not having that.

Just as the doors were closing on Newt, you pulled him through, his momentum sending you both toppling and rolling over each other. The Griever let out an agonised scream as it was trapped in the Maze again.

You realised that you were lying on top of Newt, and you flushed, rolling off of him. He smiled up at you. You pulled him up, and immediately shoved him over again.

"What the bloody- Y/N!" he complained, moaning.

"What the suck were you thinking?! You slinthead, you were going to kill yourself!" you screamed at him. "You shucking idiot!"

"Y/N- I-"

"I care about you, Newt! And you were just going to leave me in this shuckface Maze without you?" you felt a tear run down your face. "You're my best friend, Newt."

Newt saddened at the word 'friend' but he still got to his feet, hugging you tightly.

"Y/N, I couldn't let you die either."

You shook as more tears ran down your face, the panic and exertion finally catching up to you. "You scared me so much, Newt. I was shucking terrified."

"I'm sorry, Y/N," he dropped a friendly kiss to the top of your head, and you flushed all the way to your toes. "I'm sorry."

"Ahem," you both turned to see Minho and the rest of the Gladers. "Get a room."

"Slim it, Minho," you shoved him jokingly. "It wasn't like that."

"Can we just go and map the Maze, please?" Minho rolled his eyes playfully. You slipped your hand into Newt's and followed Minho to the Map room.

- - -

"Hold it," you leaned your hands against Minho's model of the Maze. "Are you saying that in three shucking years you haven't found a way out?"

Newt shook his head sadly. "We can't tell the others, okay? The hope is what's keeping them alive."

"Okay," you nodded. Newt hugged you close to his side.

"Good girl." His hand pressed against your waist, and you suddenly felt a stinging pain. You hissed, and Minho looked up.

"Y/N? What's wrong?"

You slowly peeled up your shirt, and saw a large gash bleeding faster and faster, where you'd evidently run past a corner with too much force. The excitement of being chased had evidently diverted your attention from the pain, which was now overtaking all your senses.

"Shucking Grievers," you moaned. You dropped the shirt, and fell to the ground.

"Shit! Y/N!" Newt cried. He crouched hurriedly by your side.

"Get the Medjacks!" Minho screamed.

"Y/N!" Newt scooped you up into his arms, and your eyes fluttered closed, unable to facilitate the pain any longer.

- - -

"Y/N?" Newt's voice echoed around your head.

Newt...

"Please wake up, Y/N/N."

You forced your eyes open. "Newt..."

"Y/N!" Newt made to hug you, but stopped at the last second, glancing at your ribcage. You looked down yourself, glaring at the red-soaked bandages. "How do you feel?"

"In pain," you groaned sarcastically. Newt rolled his eyes. "No, seriously, it shucking hurts."

The two Medjacks, Clint and Jeff, jogged in, and they checked your wound, putting in fresh stitches. Even with painkillers, you just about broke Newt's hand, but he endured it.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier?" Newt asked you softly. "Were you afraid I'd think you were weak."

You gave him a look. "Firstly, if you really thought that, you know I'd do to you what I did to Gally." Newt snorted. "Second, you're gonna laugh ... I didn't actually notice."

Newt did, in fact, laugh. "Wow, Y/N. Unbelievable. You didn't notice you got sliced open because of a shucking Griever chase."

Minho poked his head into the door to see you and Newt cracking up. "Are you okay, Y/N?"

"Yeah, I'm good," you answered, imbuing those words with as much truth as you could.

Newt squeezed your arm gently. "Y/N." he said seriously. You glanced at him, suddenly afraid of what he might say. "Don't lie to Papa Min Min."

The three of you roared with laughter.

"I'm sorry, Mama Noot," you gasped in between shaking laughs.

"You better bloody be," Newt bent over, crying.

"Bloody rebellious children," Minho shook his head.

Alby stuck his head into the room, looking confused and somewhat disapproving. "What's going on in here? It sounds as though you're all dying. Is the girl alive?"

You sat up. "Uh ... yes?"

"Get up then, shanks," Alby said. "Gally's called a meeting."

"Over what?" Minho asked, confused.

"Over her," Alby pointed his chin at you.

"What the shuck?" Newt shook his head. You made to get out of bed, but Newt stopped you.

"Absolutely not," he scooped you up into his arms. You flushed as he carried you to Council Hall, though your mind was occupied with more present concerns than boys.

What in the hell did Gally want?

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