Luminous ✦ Minho; The Maze Runner

Twelve | Grave ✦

I peered up at the sound of Minho's voice with wide eyes, the boy running his hands through his hair, a look of distress on his face. "You just gonna stand there? Help me get him out," I ordered, jumping down into the hole. I looked back up at the opening to check if Minho had heard me; judging by the bemused look on his face, he had.

"What..? Are you going to lift him?" He asked me, doubtful. I bit my lip as I glanced down from Blake to his bleeding head before nodding, unsure. "Okay... If you say so."

Letting out a breath, I carefully crouched down next to the Greenie and, grabbing his arms, attempted to pull him up. Another puff of angered air escaped my lips as I realised I was too weak to lift him. I let go of his hands, glancing up helplessly at Minho.

He scrunched his face up in slight annoyance before holding his finger up. "I'll go get help," he said before darting off in a matter of seconds.

And there I waited. In the dark. With an unconscious boy slumped next to me.  At night. In a hole. Did I by any chance mention it was dark?

I sucked in a nervous, shaky breath as I glanced around at the semi large hole. It could fit at least one more person in here, and I was trying extremely hard to not think about what it would be used for in the future.

Everything was silent for a few moments longer as I continued to clear my head of whatever morbid thoughts were there. Several footsteps echoed in the deadheads, shouts soon following before four faces peered over the edge of the hole. I smiled unsurely at the three new faces, Newt, Gally and surprisingly Ben. "Hey," I said, suddenly feeling silly about being in the grave.

"Didn't know there was a mole in the group," Ben snorted, letting out a laugh, but soon shut up at the glares given to him. I tried to smile at his joke but my mind was in too much of a frenzy to do so.

"You're such a slinthead," Minho said with a shake of his head before turning his gaze to me. He gave an amused grin as he stared down at me, holding his hand in my face. "Let's get you out first and then we'll get him out," he said.

I felt reassured by his words and nodded, slipping my hand into his. I let out a surprised squeal when he lifted me up, falling face first into his chest as I stumbled. My face flushed a hot red when a pair of hands touched my waist, holding me steady. Mumbling a quiet thanks, I backed away from the boy and over to where Newt and Ben were crouched by the hole, not daring to look at Minho.

I ran to Newt's side to help, smiling when he looked at me. Gally was already in the midst of lifting Blake from the grave and was holding him up for Newt and Ben to assist him.

"Rose, come help me with this," Minho said, holding up two wooden logs and a rather large piece of material; some type of sheet.

I did as I was told and made my way back over to where Minho was laying down the materials.

"What is it?" I asked, running my fingers along the cloth. It almost felt familiar, the softness of it reminding me of something I just couldn't pinpoint.

"It's how we're gonna carry Blake back to the homestead," he replied before gently taking the sheet from my hands and began to wrap it around one of the logs. "Hold this," he demanded, handing me whatever he was trying to create.

He then reached into his backpack and held up some rope, wordlessly tying the contraption that was in my hands before doing the same with the other log.

By the time he had finished, Newt and Ben were already carrying Blake towards us, Gally now out of the grave.

Without speaking a word to each other, they placed his body on the material and together, lifted up the makeshift stretcher.

"Should I be worried?" I asked the four boys, only Newt and Minho glancing in my direction.

"What about?" Newt replied, his eyebrows raised.

"The fact that none of you are even reacting. You're carrying a fifteen-year-old boy who is barely breathing like he's in some sort of casket," I stated, waving my hands towards the unconscious boy, before glancing back at the rest of them. "That's-that's like serious, guys."

Minho shrugged. "No point crying about it, now come on," he ordered, nodding for me to lead the way.

I let out a huff, crossing my arms, before stomping in front of him, glaring at the wildlife around us whilst muttering, "there treating it like it's a daily occurrence." And before I knew it I was soaring through the air, faceplanting the floor.

"Shit, Rose, you alright?" I let out a grumble, before lifting a thumb up in the air. I laid there for a moment longer, cursing my life before pushing myself up on to my hands and knees. "Nice view," said Minho, causing my face to become crimson red, yet again.

I quickly jumped to my feet, dusting the mud off of my knees before clearing my throat. "Thanks for the help," I muttered sarcastically before striding forwards, this time focusing on my surroundings.

By the time we had reached the homestead, the Gladers were just about ready to go to sleep which, of course, sucks for Jeff...

"And here I thought it was going to be an early night," he mumbled as he began leading the way into one of the rooms.

Just as I was about to step inside, Newt held his hand in front of me, blocking my path. "Sorry, Rosie but we have to leave Jeff alone for now. I'd feel a lot better knowing you'd be getting some sleep at least anyway," he said, the other boys turning to leave as well.

I let out a sigh, knowing that there's no point in arguing with the blonde, especially when there are four others that would most likely side with him.

"Okay," I agreed, also turning around to leave the homestead and over to the beds. Newt reached out and ruffled my hair, quietly telling me to get some sleep before making his way to the other side of the sleeping area, Ben following him.

Gally didn't hesitate to climb into his hammock, a sigh of relief leaving his lips. "The next time some shank decides to run away, I say we leave him," he muttered, giving a tired laugh.

"Just go to sleep," Minho replied, also letting out a laugh before facing me. "Same goes for you," he added, pointing a finger.

"I'll just hit my head against the wall if I don't, that should put me to sleep," I joked, jumping into my own hammock.

Minho shook his head, an amused smile on his face. "Maybe it'll get your memories back too," he said, causing me to quietly chuckle to myself. It surprised me that he even made a comment like that, he usually didn't like the subject.

"Well I'm not gonna sleep with you lurking around, am I?" I questioned, Minho holding his hands up in defence.

"Goodnight to you too."

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A/N

"Shit" courtesy of Thomas and Newt in the scorch trials... Since I last updated, I've watched that film three times and the amount times they both say shit is unbelievably hilarious.

Oh, and I became an auntie three weeks ago to my two nephews Cody and Carter c:

It took me so long to update bc I've started school like everyone else and I'm only just getting used to having to wake up so damn earlier so I couldn't find the inspiration to write. That's back now though. Especially after watching the scorch trials bc damn that's a good film and Minho is hella fine so....

Yeah, I hope you enjoyed it(:

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