the one where they're runners | minho x fem!reader ✔️

28 | the one where her head hurt

i just finished writing the scorch trials and i don't think i've ever written such an intense character reaction i'm proud of myself

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She'd heard the others being led out a long time ago, yet she was still being checked. She'd received check-ups, shots and her hands were re-bandaged. She wondered where the others had been brought, if she was going to see them again anytime soon. Was Minho okay? Newt, Thomas, Frypan? Winston? What about Teresa? She was brought out, too, so Y/n wondered why they were taking so long with her.

''Okay, one last thing,'' Dr. Sanchez said as she took a needle - probably the fifth one today - and prepped Y/n's arm again. She winced and looked away, feeling her fingers trembling. The doctor quickly took a bandaid and put over the small wound. ''There, there, it's alright.''

''Dr. Sanchez?'' a male voice spoke from behind the curtain. ''Janson would like a word with Y/n. Are you done?''

The doctor quickly pulled the curtains away, revealing a muscular and intimidating man standing in front of them. ''Yes, you can take her.''

Y/n clenched her jaw as she followed after the man. She wished she'd kept one of her pocket knifes from the Maze, but they'd taken all of her gear before she showered. If that man decided to attack her right then and there, she wouldn't even try to save herself.

She was led to a room with a table and two chairs on opposite sides. She was told to sit and wait and that's what she did. Her hands were still cold and she put them between her thighs, bouncing one of her legs. Not too long after the door opened and Janson walked in, wearing a white polo shirt and holding a clip board.

''Hello, Y/n,'' Janson said as he took a seat opposite of her. ''How are you?''

''I'm fine,'' Y/n answered flatly. ''What do you want to talk about?''

''Straight to the point, alright,'' Janson said as he flipped a paper on his clipboard, then looked back at her. ''What do you remember about WICKED?''

WICKED. She remembered things about them, alright. ''Am I supposed to remember something? They erased my memories.'' Just because she knew things, didn't mean she trusted the people enough to spill everything.

''From what I've heard from the others, they seem to remember things,'' Janson reasoned. ''Is the case different with you?''

''Maybe,'' asked Y/n as she leaned back in her chair. ''I just remember a cafeteria, though I doubt that'd be of use to you.''

Janson quickly took a note of her words. ''Are you sure that's all you remember? Thomas knew much more.''

''Thomas is a shank and stung himself, that's why he remembers,'' Y/n said. ''I never got stung. I've got nothing to do with Thomas.'' But she did have something to do with him and maybe those people knew that. Were they trying to pry out a confession from her? There was a slight ache forming in the back of her brain, but she tried her best to ignore it.

Janson nodded. ''I see. Thank you for your cooperativeness. Someone will bring you to the others.''

She was amazed at the amount of people - both boys and girls - sitting around the cafeteria and chatting leisurely. The double doors closed behind her, startling her slight and causing her to take a step away from them. Two men now stood in front of them, blocking the exit.

''Y/n!'' She looked back and saw Minho jogging up to her, smile on his face. ''Good, you're okay. I was starting to get worried.''

Y/n let him grab her hand and lead her towards the others. ''What's going on?''