A Girl In Disguise (Maze Runner)

10: What I Call Dealing

*Another fabulous outfit for our dearest Will. Don't criticize the overalls: we've all been there, and let's face it, we miss it*

~Willow

Cole and I burst into the clearing. At this point, he was crying and beginning to droop because of the lack of energy.

"Don't give up on me now, ya little shit. You're goin to live through this, ya hear me? If you don't, I will bring your arse back to life and pummel you until you really wish you were dead," I breathed heavily and continued to limp until we were close enough to the homestead.

"Now hush your groanin. I don't necessarily want to yell at you, but I will if I have to," I spit his own words right back at him. If I wasn't busy being sympathetic towards Cole, I would've been beatin his skinny behind into a pulp.

We were almost a hundred yards away from the homestead when I began shouting for help.

"WE NEED MED-JACKS!! WE'VE GOT A MAN DOWN! MOVE YOUR THICK SKULLS AND HELP US!!"

Inside, I could hear a commotion as boys began jogging outside. Minho was the first one out. As soon as he saw us, he began sprinting in our direction. Newt and Alby weren't far behind, soon followed by Thomas, Chuck, Gally, Clint and Jeff.

The others stayed a good distance away, but watched us intently. I could clearly hear them wondering what had happened.

Minho reached us first. "Will!! Are you okay? What happened?! Where have you been?! I panicked when you didn't show up for dinner, and I didn't know what to think..."

"I'm fine, Minho, just a few scrapes. Cole, on the other hand, might not have gotten off too well," I stared at the poor boy in my arms. His cheek was read from where I'd slapped him and there was a bloodstain right on his crotch.

Minho looked from him to me. "What the shuck even happened?"

"Long story. Tell ya later."

"Will! What happened?!" Newt furrowed his eyebrows in concern.

"Like I said, I'll tell ya later."

"Count me in on that explanation, Greenie. Clint! Jeff! Get Cole to a room and figure out what's wrong. We're comin with," Alby gestured to the four of us.

I sighed and pressed my temples. "I'm not sure you want to see that mess."

Alby shrugged. "It doesn't matter if I want to or not. It's my job. And from the looks of it, you could use some help yourself," he gestured to me.

I looked to Minho, seeking insight to my own predicament. Minho's eyes widened and he picked me up bridal style quickly.

"What're you doin?" I gave him a curious look.

Minho swiped my cheek, his fingers stung when they touched my skin. When he pulled his hand back, there was a faint trace of blood on his fingertips.

"Shit," I breathed and looked up at him.

"You're explaining this later, whether you like it or not," he locked eyes with me before running us back to the homestead.

There was an open door at the end of the hall across from the room they'd put me in. Both Clint and Jeff were stringing together a list of profanities as they shouted. They clearly had figured out what was wrong with Cole and were panicking as they fixed him-if they could fix him.

Minho laid me down on my bed and grabbed a cloth. Carefully, he rubbed my cheek. "You wanna tell me what happened?"

"In all honesty, not in any way, shape or form," I sat up, feeling the places that would be bruises in the morning. I shivered slightly whenever I found one.