A.N.: Hi guys :3 sorry for not posting anything yesterday. I was busy with college things, you know. Hope you enjoy :3

Chapter 17: Crazy.

Emma spent the rest of her day keeping Minho company and making sure he wouldn't run of to the maze, but she didn't mind. The girl enjoyed spending time with him since hem ade her laugh. It was true what ther Gladers said, Minho's stubborn as a mule, but nothing that she couldn't control.

"No Emma." He moaned making her snap her head at him from her sleeping bag.

He was looking at her with sleepy eyes and his hand was reaching out for here, or maybe it was just falling down the bed.

"What is it Minho?" the girl asked raising na eyebrow and getting back on her feet. "Is it your head? Does it hurt?"

She got closerto the asian to check on his stitches, but he grabbed her arm gently and sat up on his bed.

"You don't need to sleep on the floor." He told her with his cheeks flushed in red.

Emma blinked a few times confused and frowned.

"Are you asking me to…?" she didn't need to finish her question because he noded.

"Do you like sleeping on the floor birdy?" he asked raising na eyebrow.

It was a valid point, but they both knew that that wasn't the reason for his request. Still, Emma got under the covers and he hugged her like a little kid hugs his stuffed toy.

"You're really tiny you know?" he asked her resting his chin on her head, smelling the sweet scent of her hair.

That wasn't true. Emma wasn't short, she average, but among the boys she was seen as short.

"Shut up." She grumbled aginst his chest.

Minho laughed and squeezed her.

"I'm going to kick your ass if you don't stop teasing me!" she threatned with a contradictory smile.

"Fine." He gave up taking a deep breath and closing his eyes.

"Minho?" Emma whispered a few seconds later getting a sleepy moan as na answer.

"Promise me you won't go run until I get your stitches out." she asked although hJeff said it was okay to do so.

"What? No." Minho stated in a grumpy tone.

"Please." She begged.

"Fine. I'll think about it." He yawned before falling assleep.

The next morning Emma woke up craving for warmness. His warmness. And that was when it her that Minho wasn't there.

"Minho?" she asked satting up on the bed looking around at the empty room. "Minho?"

The girl got on her feet and flew out of the Homestead making some heads turn at her morning, barefooted figure running on a hurge.

She heard someone that she thought it was Alby cal for her in surprise, but it didn't stop her from running towards the gate which Minho usual uses to enter the maze. Her legs kept moving faster and faster, although her muscles where slightly burning.

Suddenly something stopped her. Someone had grabbed her by the waist causing her to cough out all the hair inside her lungs.

"What are you blooding doing?" New asked fighting against her attempts to get away from him.

She was only few steps away the maze and she didn't want to stop.

"Stop Emma!" he begged her but he got no response. "WHAT ARE YOU BLOODY DOING EMMA? STOP! NOW!"

The girl stopped twisting and faced Newt for the first time falling on her knees.

"He said that… I asked him not to…" she couldn't speak properly, her eyes dancing between Newt's frown and the maze.

"What?" he asked kneeling in front of her.

"Why did Minho go running?" she asked feeling like a kid for reacting this way.

"It's is job." The blonde told her. "Jeff said it was fine for him to go."

Emma got up feeling like a fool.

"Of course." She said. "And I should be doing my job too. Maybe I'll see Minho at my workplace again because he lost his balance or something."

"No need for the sarcasm." Newt complained.

"Are you all shucking stupid?" she cried at him " He hit is head! He could have some other injuries that I couldn't be able to detect yesterday!"

"He'll be fine." Newt told to the raging girl.

She turned her back on him walking back to the Homestead ignoring the scared looks from the other gladers, after all she was still on her pyjamas and barefooted.

Why was Emma putting herself on that situation for Minho? He clearly was fine. He just had the harmless stitches on his forehead. Why was she being crazy?