I was sitting in the med-jacks hut, doing nothing, when the alarm went off. The box alarm.
That wasn't supposed to happen. The new greenie came up yesterday?
I sprinted over, the first one there.
A minute later the box stopped. Harriet and I flung open the box and I jumped in.
I gasped at the sight in front of me.
"I-It's a boy" I said.
I heard gasps above me, followed by some silent muttering.
"And I think he's dead"
I noticed something clutched in his hand. It was a piece of paper.
"He's the last one. Ever" I read slowly.
I expected an outburst from the Gladers, but everything was silent.
Suddenly he sat up and started gasping for air.
"Everything's going to change" He said in a thick british accent, then fell back down, going unconscious.
"Why don't we bring him to my hut?" I asked quietly.
"Yeah.." Harriet said, then Sonya hopped down with us and helped pick him up and carry him to the hut.
We placed him down on the bed, and I sat down next to him.
"Well I'll just..... make sure he doesn't die." I shrugged.
"Alright. I'll be back in an hour." Harriet said and left, Sonya following her.
I sat there watching the boy. His chest rose and fell in even breaths, and his pink lips sat parted on his smooth face.
I know I shouldn't, but I started to find him attractive.
Stop it. I told myself.
Everyone's going to be all over him, and Harriet isn't going to let you date him or whatever.
Still, I couldn't help but stare at him while he slept. I hadn't seen a boy in... what.... 2 and a half years? And now that one is here, he bears a terrible message and is hot. Great.
His smooth breathing was cut off sharply as he sat up and began gasping.
I stood up.
"Are you okay?" I asked. His breathing slowed and he nodded.
"Yeah I just-" He winced and brought his hand to his head.
"Hold on." He said, he turned over to the bedside table and found a marker, wrote something on his arm, then calmed down.
"What did you write?" I asked curiously.
"I-I don't know. My memories were being like, sucked out of my head, so I just wrote the last thing I remembered."
I took a step forward and looked at his arm.
It said "WICKED is good" in sloppy writing.
"What's that supposed to mean?" He asked, looking up at me.
I shook my head. "I don't know, but WICKED is the name on our supplies."
"They must be the people who sent us up here." he said quietly.
There was a moment of silence as I took in what he just said.
"You're right." I said.
I cleared my throat.
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Multi-Fandom One-Shots
FanfictionOne-Shots about The Maze Runner series and the Heroes of Olympus series. Here is my sleep-deprived self shipping gay fictional characters and putting myself in stories.