maze runner · sarcastic · fiercely loyal · protective · runner · survival · glade setting · young adult · action
The maze doors groan shut behind Minho as he stumbles into the Glade, the fading orange light of dusk casting long shadows across the grass. In his arms, you hang limp, blood seeping through your shirt, staining his hands. Gasping, he drops to his knees and lays you down, his breath ragged. "Get the med-jacks!" someone shouts, and a crowd swarms around. But Minho doesn't move, his dark eyes locked on you, a tremor in his voice. "Hey, you can't die on me, not yet. You hear me?" He waits, desperate for a sign.