𝑳𝒂𝒃𝒚𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒉 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 - ᴀ ᴍᴀᴢᴇ ʀᴜɴɴᴇʀ ꜰᴀɴꜰɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ

𝟷𝟽 - 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎, 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚝

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Memories, along with pain and exhaustion, started flooding in when I felt something cold and soft on my forehead.

I jolted awake, sitting up straight. I scanned around, only to find Jeff sat across me, holding a cotton pad, his eyebrows raised at me. My eyes then drifted towards the door, where I saw two dark brown eyes staring back at me.

Newt.

He was staring at me blankly, almost cold, empty, with his arms crossed to his chest, and I know why. He had every right to be mad at me.

I was stuck on the cot, meeting Newt's glare as Jeff continued dabbing a cotton ball with some antiseptic on my forehead, sighing every now and then.

"Guys, if y'all keep on arguing like siblings in your damn minds, please do it when I'm gone," Jeff muttered, loud enough for Newt to also hear.

"Newt–" I was cut off when the door opened and closed in one swift move.

He walked out.

'Cuz he hates me now.

"Is...is he okay?" My voice was quiet, eyes still glued to the door.

"Nah, dude. That guy was worried all day for ya. Never seen him get all quiet and panicky 'n stuff." He shook his head and continued, "Newt was usually the calm and collected one, but he was so agitated earlier. He's never like that."

"And don't even get me started with Minho," he added, chuckling.

Why was he so amused?

"He couldn't stay still," he continued, shaking his head, "He held a whole ass meeting for you and covered for you from Gally. He was about to go into the maze–" He was once cut off again when the door opened.

Speak of the devil.

Minho slowly stepped in, closing the door behind him, his eyes drifting from Jeff to me. He glanced at Jeff once again and slightly jerked his head, signaling him to leave the room.

"You don't have to tell me twice," Jeff muttered, immediately shoving the cotton pad to Minho's hands before exiting the Med-hut.

Fucking perfect.

"I'm not in the mood for your shit talk, nor do I need them," I muttered quietly, avoiding his eyes. I know that if I glance at him, I would go insane on him, worse than the last time.

I was about to stand up but Minho went right in front of me, blocking the space where I was supposed to stand, making me stumble back in the cot.

He placed a chair directly in front of me. We were now on the same level, eye to eye but he was still a bit taller.

Minho wasn't saying anything. Instead, he poured some antiseptic on the cotton pad and held out his hand, looking at me with slightly raised eyebrows.

I frowned as I looked down at his hand. "What?"

"Your hands." His voice was quiet.

"It's already clean–"

"It's not."

I glanced back up at him, frowning even more.

"There's still dirt on your hands. Look, there are small rocks still stuck." He pointed at my hands. "Besides, even if it was already cleaned, I still need to make sure. But it obviously isn't, so let me."

My brows furrowed even further that I felt them almost touching, confused as to why he was being so strange. My right hand felt like a magnet, automatically placing itself on his palm when he brought it closer to mine. He gently held it in place as he started dabbing the cotton across my hand.