The next morning I'm sure to wake up early so I can see the runners go into the maze.
Minho and Newt hang back a bit. After the other runners have left Newt motions me over. I run towards the doors to meet them.
"Are you here to watch us go?" He asks.
"Yeah," I reply.
He pauses a moment and takes my hands in his. "Thank you, for everything."
I just stare at him, I'm at a complete loss for words. "Um... y-yeah... of course... I wouldn't have... just... yeah."
He let's go of my hands and turns towards Minho. We glance at each other, we're both sure of it now, he's going to leave us.
"Minho, thank you so much."
"Um," Minho begins. This is the first time he hasn't had a sarcastic remark or insult to throw back at someone, but he quickly regains his usual tough guy act. "Sure, shank," he says, as convincingly as he can.
"Thank you both, and Alby. Y/n can you please tell him that, he must know as soon as possible. Really, thank you guys. I couldn't have done it without you," Newt says. "How about we go on our run, we're already quite late."
"You know we can miss just one day, you deserve a day off," Minho says.
"No, we really must go today," Newt says and runs off into the maze.
"Don't worry I've got this," Minho says before running off after him.
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Falling
Fanfictiony/n is a medjack and everyday someone brings Newt in to have his cuts treated. Newt is getting worse and worse and y/n doesn't know what to do. tw: self-harm and a suicide attempt (completed)
