The First Girl (Minho x reader)

Something... New

You woke up on a cot, Minho sitting next to you on the floor. He appeared to be sleeping.
   "Hey Min" you poked his shoulder and he jerked awake
   "Your awake? How you feeling?" He asked
   "Like my bodies been crushed and then rebuilt" you groaned, pain coursing through your body
Minho chuckled weakly
   "I am surprised your awake. Thomas and Brenda are still snoozing and they only got hit once"
   "Want me to go back to sleep?" You asked
   "No no, you've already been sleeping for almost ten hours"
   "Ten! We've been flying that long?" You say surprised
   "No, Jorge flew us about a hundred miles away and set her down in a large clearing" he explained
   You sighed and stood up from the cot
    "Is there a bathroom on this thing?" You asked
He pointed to a door on the left.
"Right there. Why your in there in going to go see how the others are doing" he kissed your cheek and left.
Entering the small room you looked around. It wasn't much, but there was a toilet, a sink with cabinets with a mirror above it.
You looked in the mirror and found that you had a purple bruise on your jawline.
Sighing, you splashed cold water on your face, your arms aching and your head throbbing.
You stood there hunched over the sink, not bothering to dry your face, letting your mind wonder.
'Where are we going to go? Wicked has to have some sort of tracking device on this thing. Where are the others? Why did they leave us? Where's Kaila? Why did this happen to us!'
You felt the water run down your face and drip to the sink
You found yourself thinking the negative thoughts you tried to ignore. You thought about the people who have died, everything that's happened since you left the glade.
Your hair fell into your face and you realized the bottoms were burnt, you remembered dodging a launcher shot that was near your face, it must have caught your hair. Searching the drawers for something to pull it back with, you found a pair of scissors. Looking into the mirror and looked at your hair
  'Something different wouldn't hurt...'
You brought the scissors up to your (h/c) hair and started cutting, it looked pretty good if you did say so yourself. It was only about two and a half inches now.
   'Not bad, now I just have to find a way to not freak everyone out'
Throwing the hair clippings into a small wast bin next to the sink you left the bathroom at toward the voices you heard down the hall.
  Stepping shyly around the correct, five pairs of eyes where on you.
   "(Y/n)?" Minho said, surprised
    "Why did you do that love?" Newt asked
    "I just, wanted something... Different." You explained
   "The stress getting to you?" Brenda asked
You nodded slowly and she smiled
   "I think it looks nice"
You smiled weakly and sat next to Minho. He leaned in and whispered in you ear "you look beautiful"
   you blushed and he took your hand under the small table as you all discussed things from every angle, and set your next destination for the city of Denver