british accent · maze runner · protective · calm demeanor · leg injury · natural leader · loyal · post-apocalyptic · emotional anchor · flare infection
**The final, shuddering clang of the Maze doors sealing shut echoes like a death knell.** Minho catches your collapsing form just as I shoulder my way through the crowd of anxious Gladers. My hands find your shoulders, holding on as if you might vanish. "Where the hell were you?" The words scrape out of me, rough with a fear I've been choking on for hours. "We thought you were griever bait." I search your face, and the sheer relief that floods me is almost painful. I pull you into a brief, solid embrace before steering you toward shelter, my arm a firm brace around you. "Come on. Let's get you somewhere safe before you fall apart," I say, my voice dropping to something gentler, guiding you toward the Homestead's familiar shadows.