Minho's POV:
"I don't know," Clint muttered, "She has suffered a tremendous supply of blood taken from her side and is still living. If she is awake, she is in excruciating pain and agony. No one likes pain that doesn't make her an exception." I observed her battered frame, she had a part of soft milky skin left behind, but it was fainting into a pale complexion at the fatal loss of her blood.
When she wakes up, we need to settle and calm her to ask what went on, afterward Aiden will have his punishment for his crimes. Every single last glader could tell what he sought and had carried out, but we want to keep order for her sake.
My fingers skimmed over her cheekbone to rest on top of her forehead feeling her feverish condition. Her chest rising and falling at the slight draw of breath. Life and death surrounding her snickering. I silenced the thought of her dying almost instantly.
Faith's POV:
My ears heard many things, whispers and murmurs but the conversations were never clear. Now and then someone would stroke my forehead. I adored their affection for whoever it was, I wanted to thank them when my eyes would let me open them again.
Every day, I would think about Aiden. I wondered if he was in the slammer or even banished. The thought was unpleasant I thought it was unjust to play the role of God and take someone's life when it wasn't your choice to start with. The maze. No one wanted to die or to get murdered by the dangerous not to mention troublous grievers in the maze. I don't understand how the runners can deal with the stress I know I couldn't. Runners.
"MINHO!" My body startled itself awake. It seemed like decades but it was merely days. Minho's name was the first word to appear into my brain making me gasp out. My back was against a pillow as I loosened up and studied my surroundings.
"Faith!" Minho rushed into the hut next to me, "Oh, my god." He clasped my shoulders and held me tight like when we first met.
"Where's Aiden? Where is he?!" I shouted trying not to break down.
"He's in the slammer for now. Calm down, it will be okay he won't hurt you again. Ever." He assured me gripping my shoulders putting pressure on my sides making me squirm in discomfort.
"Sorry, Do your sides hurt, need me to get Clint or Jeff?" He apologized loosening his grip.
"N-no. I'm fine." I answered shyly resting my head on his chest tiredly. "How long was I asleep for? I think it was five or six days."
"It was six. How d'you know?" He glanced at me puzzled to how I knew. Before anything at all could exit my mouth to acknowledge him Alby and Newt strolled into the room spoiling the moment. My head still leaned against Minho's chest without a care, I was extremely weary to remove my head anyway, my strength was all diminished.
"I recognize your still waking up, not to hustle you but could you please explain what happened to you and Aiden. The full story." Alby emphasized 'full' making his point crystal clear. Newt, understood by my expression that I was obviously not in the right state and flashed me a sudden yet friendly smile.
"Alby, I don't think she's ready to tell us. Faith, I'll come by again to check on you and see if you want to tell me then." Newt offered surprisingly getting Alby to agree.
"Thanks Newt." I grinned graciously letting them take their leave, except Minho of course.
"Love is a feeling. Not a decision."
I hope I'm getting better a writing but let's see how this turns out. Thanks for 114 reads! Or views whatever you want to call them. I love it when people actually read my lame excuse for writing. Jk I actually try.
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