𝙎𝙝𝙪𝙘𝙠-𝙛𝙖𝙘𝙚

𝘽𝙡𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙏𝙝𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙨 sprint down the halls of the maze as they run to the end, turning back to look at the creature they caught. Thomas' shirt suddenly gets yanked back as a body collides with theirs.

"You're a crazy son of a bitch!" Minho yells.

Blake's eyes snap to Minho's, narrowing in anger.

𝘏𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘶𝘴. 𝘏𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘮𝘦.

"Okay! Follow me, come on!" Minho drags Thomas' shirt as Thomas' hand grabs onto Blake's—pulling her with him.

The three teens sprint down the halls of the maze as Blake realizes what is happening. She had been so caught up trying to outrun the griever she forgot about the maze changing. If they had a chance to survive this thing, they had to make sure that they didn't get themselves trapped.

"Come on, come on, come on!" Minho yells ahead of the two, "The maze is changing!"

"This section's closing! Come on!" Minho pulls Blake with him. Blake glares at the boy pulling her.

𝘐𝘧 𝘐 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦, 𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘵.

"Come on! We can lose it down here," Minho shouts as they continue to run.

Blake feels Thomas' hand slip out of hers as she turns her head back to see him stopped. "Thomas!" She yells loudly as her heart begins to beat faster.

"What are you doing?!" Minho yells from beside Blake.

Both runners furrow their brows at the greenie as the doors to the section start closing. A griever shrieks from behind Thomas as it suddenly comes into view, charging toward them.

𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨?!

"What are you doing!! Get out of there!" Minho shouts again as he holds Blake in place—knowing she would go after the greenie.

"Thomas!! Come on!" Blake shouts as she squirms her arm out of Minho's grasp.

The griever continues charging at Thomas— making the greenie finally start to back away. Thomas watches the griever for a long pause before shouting, "Come on!"

"And I thought I was the psychotic one." Blake whispers under her breath.

The griever charges after the greenie, making Thomas finally run towards the others. His legs stride in front of him as he runs as fast as he can to the other two runners. The creature's metal legs clank against the concrete as it chases right behind him, growling as it picks up its speed even more.

"Come on, Thomas!" Minho shouts

"Run!!" Blake shouts frantically as she bounces up and down on the balls of her feet.

"Move your ass!" Minho yells again as the walls close, narrowing Thomas' path.

"Thomas!" Blake yells at the boy to hurry as the doors close tighter and tighter.

Blake shuts her eyes tightly as she and Minho stumble back. The doors suddenly, the doors close with a loud thud as Blake blinks her eyes open as she feels a wet spat cover her body.

𝘖𝘩. 𝘎𝘰𝘥..

Thomas stands in front of the two—covered in Griever guts as he stares at the runner in front of him. Shock spreads across all three teen's features as they realize what he just did.

"Holy shit," Blake breathes out "You killed it!"

Without even a second thought, Blake flings her body forward into Thomas'. Her arms wrap around his neck as she hugs him tightly.

Thomas seems to be taken aback as his body tensed at first—before his arms wrapped around Blake's small frame to hug her back.

After the two pull apart, a relieved laugh escapes both brunettes as their eyes connect to one another's.

"There's something I thought I'd never see." Minho says behind the two, pulling them out of their moment.

Blake is only reminded he is there by his voice. Her eyes narrow as she spins around slowly before she lands a punch to Minho's jaw.

Minho's head whips to the side as he stumbles back a bit. His lips form into a frown as he turns to face an angry Blake.

"What the fuck, Blake?" Minho asks in shock

Blake doesn't hesitate and steps toward the keeper—grabbing him by the collar of his shirt, she shoves him into the wall behind. Making Thomas and Minho both raise their eyebrows in surprise.

"If you EVER leave me like that again, so help me—I'll do a lot more than sock your stupid shuck-face." Blake says as she shoves his back harder into the wall. She pauses for a split second before deciding to finally release him.

Thomas grins from behind the small girl proudly as Minho stays in his place by the wall in shock. His eyes return to normal as he steps away.

His lips twitch in amusement as he studies the pissed-off brunette in front of him. He didn't mean to leave her like that—but the griever scared the absolute shit out of him. He tried to take her with him, but Blake wiggled out of his grasp and ran back to help Thomas.

"Always imagined you'd pin me up against the wall, just not this way." The keeper teases, trying to uplift the mood a little.

Blake narrows her eyes at the boy once more before she flicks the back of his head—making him flinch

"Ow, okay!" Minho says with his hands up in defense.

Thomas stands behind the two with a frown on his face, watching the two gladers as they bicker.

"Let's start heading back to the Glade. Maybe if we hide out along the way, we can survive." Blake says, turning around to see Thomas with a frown.

𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘭?

The gladers stand at the entrance to the maze as the doors rumble open. Chuck stands in the middle—looking for any signs of his best friends as the concrete parts.

"Hey guys! Get up!" Chuck yells as he continues to search for any sign of life.

The boys all come to stand around the entrance—looking through the doors as they all crane their necks to try to see farther into the maze.

Nothing. Still nothing.

Newt lets out a sigh from beside the youngest glader. "Told you, Chuck. They're not coming back."

Chuck's face forms into a frown as his body slumps, realizing Newt was right.

"Let's go" Newt says, motioning for the gladers to walk away from the doors and return to work.

Chuck stands in the same spot, still staring into the maze, before his head slowly turns back to the rest of the boys walking away. His heart sinks as he slowly starts to walk behind the rest of the boys.

"No way." One of the boys shout as Chuck looks up to see shock written on the boy's features.

Chuck then turns back to the maze, not believing his eyes. His jaw drops at the sight of the three walking toward him.

"Yeah!! Yes!!" Chuck yells as he jumps up and down—catching the attention of the other boys.

Minho and Thomas hold Alby up as Blake follows closely behind the boys, wincing at her wrist. The adrenaline had finally worn off when they got halfway back to the glade, resulting in her wrist to start throbbing again. Blake's whole body aches from the adventure they had.

The rest of the gladers sprint back up to the doors—cheering as Minho and Thomas give Alby over to the boys. "I got him, I got him." One of the boys say as they lift the injured boy away from the other two.

The med jacks lower Alby to the ground as they inspect his injuries—furrowing their eyebrows at the gash on his head.

"What happened out there?"

"How'd you guys make it out?"

Blake stands off to the side, swaying as the boys crowd around Thomas and Minho. Her eyes shut tight as she tries to push the pain down, taking deep breaths. She is mentally and physically exhausted from the night, wanting nothing more than to close her eyes and surrender to the darkness.

"You see a griever?" Chuck asks as Thomas and Minho crouch over Alby—panting.

"Yeah, I saw one." Thomas answers in between breaths

"He didn't just see it," Minho pauses. "He killed it."

All of the boys silently stare at Thomas with shock written all over their faces. They begin to chatter and ask more questions as Blake stumbles. She has to get back to her hammock. There's nothing more she wants right now, other than sleep.

As she walks toward the homestead, a voice calls her name from behind her.

"Blake"

The girl stops upon hearing her name and slowly turns back to face Thomas. "What?" She questions, blinking her eyes to stay open.

"How's your wrist?" He asks, nodding towards her cradled arm.

"S'fine, need to go get it wrapped properly." She answers as she starts to walk forward again. Thomas walks along beside her. "I'll walk you."

Blake softly smiles. "I'm 90% sure it's broke. I heard a crack when I fell on it."

Thomas opens his mouth to reply but is cut short by Newt calling Blake's name from behind. Blake stops in place as she turns around to see her favorite Blonde jogging up to them.

"Is that—same one from the first day?" Newt asks, gesturing with his head to her cradled wrist.

"Yeah. Hurt it when Alby—" Blake begins to say but stops as she tries not to remember her friend trying to kill her. "I fell on it and heard a crack."

Newt's lips form into a slight frown as he steps forward to pull Blake into a hug.

"Thought we lost you." Newt whispers in her hair as Blake wraps her arms around his middle. Tears threaten to fall as Blake and Newt unravel themselves.

"Can't kill a cockroach." Blake jokes with a smile, earning an eye roll from the blonde in front of her.

"Let's get you to the med shack." Newt says as he guides the girl with a hand on her lower back.

Thomas watches the two as he slowly follows behind.

𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘨𝘶𝘺 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘥𝘦, 𝘸𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳.

At the med shack, Clint looks at the makeshift wrap Blake and Minho had made, furrowing his eyebrows at it. "One hell of a wrap." Clint admits as he unties the fabric over the glove.

Blake winces as he unwraps it, gritting her teeth as she tries to hold in a whimper. Thomas and Newt stand off to the side, watching with their eyebrows furrowed in concern.

Once the fabric is off, Clint glides his fingers to the edge of the glove. "Okay, now we have to take the glove off. You're not going to like this part."

Blake's eyes look up as she takes a deep breath, fixing her gaze back to her hand. Her shoulders roll back as she sits up straight. "Okay—do it."

"Like a bandaid." She whispers to herself.

Clint grips the edge of the glove, hesitating slightly before quickly tugging it off the girl's hand—earning a mixture of yelps, hisses, and grunts from the girl.

With the glove finally off, Blake looks down at her wrist, noticing the black and blue bruises covering the majority and the swollen skin around it. All three boys hiss at the sight of it, their noses scrunching in pity for the girl.

"Okay—assholes. I get it." Blake intones as she rolls her eyes.

Clint then steps forward and rotates her wrist, inspecting it. "Yep, definitely broken." He says as he sucks his teeth. "Let's get it wrapped properly."

Blake turns to the two boys who had brought her there, glaring at the two as she swings her legs back and forth on the examination bed.

Newt's lips form into a tight smile as Thomas stands to the side—fiddling with the hem of his shirt.

"At least it's not your dominant hand." Newt blurts out—trying to lighten the mood.

"I'm ambidextrous, Newty. I can use both equally. Now stop staring and—" Blake stops mid-sentence as she lets out a hiss, turning her head towards her wrist.

Clint softly whispers a "Sorry" as he wraps the girl's injury.