Little (T.S.T) + (T.D.C)

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She nodded slowly before a sudden thought dawned on her. Her head snapped up as she said, "But what about Winston?"

Jorge's eyebrows were furrowed in confusion. "Who's Winston?"

Darcy didn't realise Minho had been there, as he was unusually quiet, but now he spoke. "Winston was in our maze. Not too long ago, some cranks got him. He started turning into one. He didn't want to keep going, so we had no other choice."

Silence filled the room as everyone thought back to that moment.

"Well, hermana, I recommend you get some sleep before the pain starts."

With that, everyone went back to their sleeping positions, but Aris was looking at her, trying to get her attention so she turned the other way.

It didn't take her long to get to sleep.

She was in a field. No, not a field, she was in the square. No one else was there; it was completely deserted. She began walking, not sure where she was going.

Eventually, she saw a person ahead, just by a tree. She ran over to them. Their back was facing her, long ginger hair flowing down her back.

It was Amelia.

Darcy stopped in her tracks and her eyes widened.

"Amelia!" she shouted as she began running again.

Amelia turned around. She wore the same kind smile she always wore, her big brown eyes watching as Darcy ran towards her.

"Darce!"

Darcy ran up to her, engulfing her in a hug. The force of it knocked her down. But now there was a growling noise. Where Amelia had been, was now a zombie thingy. But it was still Amelia. Her eyes were still big and brown, but that was all that was the same. Her usual bright ginger hair was torn out in clumps, and dirty. Her smile was replaced with a snarl. Her eyes were now cold, devoid of any happiness or love.

Zombie Amelia attacked, sinking her teeth into Darcy's arm, sending a sharp pain through it. Darcy cried out.

"Darcy," said a voice.

"Darcy!" said another, louder this time.

She awoke with a start. Her breathing was quick and her heart was beating rapidly. Judging by the way her mouth was open and she was clutching her arm, she presumed that she had been actually crying out in pain. Stabs of it were still going through her arm, causing her to scrunch up her face.

She heard someone talking to her, but she couldn't hear what they were saying, or who it was. The only thing she could focus on was the pain.

Someone picked her up and carried her somewhere. They placed her on the floor and tried to take her arm. She clutched it in her other arm, tears streaming down her face as she muttered, "No... please."

"Darcy. Focus on me. Come on, you can do it."

She slowly looked up to see Jorge. She was on the bathroom floor, and he was crouched down, gently trying to pry her arm away.

"There you go, that's it."

She let him take her arm, still feeling the unbearable pain. She noticed the others crowding around the door. Those who had been asleep before, were now awake and asking what was happening.

She didn't like them all looking at her like she was a hurt puppy that they found on the street, but she still couldn't form any words. There wasn't enough energy in her to tell them to go away.

She closed her eyes and focused on her breathing as Jorge unwrapped the cloth around her arm. She wouldn't look at it, she couldn't. She could already feel how bad it was-- looking would only make it worse.

She heard some gasps and some noises of disgust from the ones around the door.

That's a bit rude, she thought to herself.

The pain was subsiding a bit once the air got to it.

"Alright, kid, we're gonna clean this up, alright?"

She nodded, her eyes still closed as she focused on her breathing.

Jorge dabbing around it didn't make it much more painful, but she still kept her eyes shut. A few moments later, he sighed. "Well, I think that's the best we're gonna get for now." He said to the others, "Someone, new cloth, now."

She heard rustling. The pain was now getting a lot more bearable so she managed to force out, "Can I--" deep breath. "Can I keep it off for a while? It feels better."

"... I don't know if that's a good idea."

"Just for tonight. We can put it on again in the morning."

Jorge sighed. "Alright, fine. But don't lie on it, and keep it on top of your stomach at all times. I hope you're not squeamish, kid."

Darcy braced herself for the sight she was about to see and opened her eyes.

*A/N: Uh hi Jorge is like Darcy's dad and I love it. Also, when this is finished, I kinda wanna do a new maze runner fan fiction, except I follow the books this time and the oc is actually in the maze with group A. (It wouldn't be Darcy, as she already has a story, but I could do someone with a similar personality? Idk.) Also, I wrote this in one go so go me! Woo!

update: pls yes we could see you wrote it in one go, it's nothing to brag about 💀*