Chapter 15: Don't leave me
That night they fell asleep on eachother's arms again, but when the morning arrived Minho had already left.
A part of Emma wished that her friend was there when she woke up, but she knew that he had a job to do and so did she.
Once she arrived at the med-jack's building, Gally was there waiting for her. She feared what the builder wanted so she kept her distance while talking to him.
"Gally." She greeted with a neutral expression.
His jaw was still a little dark, but nothing much compared to the bruises on her hand.
"Emma." He greeted back. "Can we talk?"
His tone was not rude, but it wasn't friendly either so she knew what he was about to say and she slado knew that Alby was responsible for it.
"I'm sorry." He said trying to avoid a roll of eyes. "I guess I shouldn't have called you a whore."
"I'm sorry too. I shouldn't have punched you." She apoligized back.
"Good." Gally said before taking off.
"Alby sent you didn't he?" Emma asked.
"He sure did!" he replied not looking back at her.
"Are we good?" she asked.
"No." He replied.
Emma shrugged and entred the building where Clint and Jeff and some others prepared for the day.
"Good morning." She said with a smile. "Anything yet?"
"Yeah." Clint answered not looking away from his work. "Some builder nailled his hand instead of nailling the wood."
"Ouch…" Emma muttered.
"He's inside. I'm just looking for some numb cream." Jeff completed. "You can go ahead and clean the wound and I'll meet you there."
Emma took the creams and the liquids that Jeff handed her and entered the room.
"Hello." She said with a warm smile.
She didn't know the boy, he looked like he was around 13 years old. He was skinny, small and his eyes were red from crying.
"I'm Emma." She sad satting next to him taking his bloody hand. "What's your name?"
"I'm Mark." He said with a rembling voice while she proceeded to clean the wound.
She kept Mark talking about random stuff like he's favourite color, animal, food while the worked on his hand. Once Jeff arived to help her he just stood back and watched her work. It was the first time he saw a Glader so chatty while his hand was being patched up.
Once she finished the little boy thanked her with a sweet smile that she gave him back and left for his day.
"You're pretty good at this." Jeff pointed out.
"I had a good teacher." She laughed.
Suddenly Alby and Newt walked inside alarming everyone.
"It's Minho." Newt said. " He fell and hit is head, he's not waking up."
This could be a funny situation to laugh at on a later date. Minho, the tough runner falling down and passing out, but right now it wasn't time for it.
Emma took off on a sprint toward the gate where the crowd was standing all around the asian. She pierced through the crowd getting to the middle and kneeling down next to the boy.
Ben was next to him with his hand covered with Minho's blood.
She freezed for a few seconds looking at the blood streaming down Minho's forehead.
"Emma! Do something!" Bem yealled at her waking her up.
She took off her jacket and pressed it against Minho's head to stop the bleeding.
"How long is he out?" she asked.
"Minutes. We didn't go far. It's still early." He answered.
Jeff and Clint arrived and she traded her jacket for clean bandadges. Then Jeff started patching his head up and bandadge him when he finished.
The gladers helped her take Minho to their room where she sat next to him holding his hand waiting for him to wake up.
"Come on you slint-head." She told him. "Wake up."
She stared at his closed eyes and imagined the worst.
"Don't you dare to leave me." She whispered blinking some tears away. "I'm not going to sleep on a room on my own. Don't you dare."
Minho did not respond to any of her begging.
"Listen you shuck. You cannot just do this! You can't just come and make someone like you and then leave! You can't d… leave. "
By now the tears were streaming down the brunette's face and she could not control some sobs.
"You such a shuck Minho. For making me like you." She said with her head against his hand.
" I like you too Emma." She heard.
Looking up with, Minho was smilling at her. The girl hugged him causing him to moan.
"I'm sorry your head." She asked. "How do you feel?"
"Perfect." He answered with na eye roll.
"How much did you listen?" she asked crossing her arms against her chest.
"Enough." He replied with a wink.