Yay for SickFics! This was requested by Sydney!

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"Come on shank! Keep up!"

Thomas panted as he chased after Minho through the maze. The walls flew past in a green and gray blur as he pumped his legs as hard as he could.

"I'm...trying!" He rasped.

"Well try harder!" Minho called back, not slowing. They had been running nonstop for hours and Thomas couldn't seem to find any air. Painful pressure built up in his side as he gasped for oxygen.

The sun heated his exhausted body, but his arms were too fatigued to wipe the sweat out of his eyes. After an eternity, Minho skidded to a stop. Thomas rammed into him and collapsed to the floor, fanning himself.

"Finally!" He breathed.

"Snack time," Minho grinned, sitting down near Thomas. Both boys pulled out their packs and spread out their lunches, a few plain sandwiches, apples, and oranges, packed by Newt earlier that morning. Thomas watched as Minho scarfed down his food.

Thomas raised an apple to his lips, but he found himself slightly revolted by it. Minho had now noticed and raised an eyebrow.

"You're not hungry? How can you not be hungry?" He asked incredulously.

Thomas shrugged and took a half hearted bite out of his apple. Nausea slammed into his stomach like rock. He closed his eyes until it passed.

"You okay?" Minho placed a hand on his shoulder. Thomas cracked his eyes open and offered a weak smile.

"Yeah. I'm fine," He chuckled nervously, "Why? You worried about me?"

Minho snorted.

"No. Just don't wanna have to carry your shank butt back to the Glade."

Thomas faked a laugh. He had been feeling off all morning, but had shrugged it off as being tired.

The break ended too quickly and Thomas was shakily back on his feet. The sun steadily went down, which seemed to help, and soon it was time to head back.

Thomas fell further and further behind, feeling his face get uncomfortably hot while his body only felt cold. They were the last runners out, and relief washed over Thomas as the doors closed behind him.

Newt was waiting for them at the entrance, patiently sitting in the grass. He smiled when he saw them.

"It's about time," He said.

"How long you been there?" Minho asked.

"An hour or so. And I was getting right bored too," Newt grinned.

"Sorry to inconvenience you," Minho rolled his eyes, smirking. "You want to come to the map room with us?"

"Sure."

Newt stood up and gave Thomas an odd look.

"You alright shuck-face?"

Thomas barely managed a nod. He was finding it very hard to stand, and he was too breathless for words.

"Tommy?" Newt limped closer.

"Mm...fine..." Thomas slurred. The world tipped and he felt himself swaying.

"Bloody h— Minho grab him!" Newt shouted as the world went dark.

Minho rushed forward to catch Thomas as he fell. He grunted with the effort, slinging Thomas' arm over his shoulder. Newt jumped forward and took his other arm.

"We need the medjacks!" Newt yelled to an empty Glade.

"He's burning up," Minho said shrilly. Waves of heat poured off Thomas' skin and a thin layer of sweat glistened off his face.

"Come on," Newt said urgently. Together they began hauling Thomas towards the Homestead. Newt winced at every step, but said nothing.

"When did this start?" Newt finally demanded. Minho swallowed hard. Thomas had been acting off in the maze. He should have known there was something wrong. He should've known! How had he gone all day without noticing!?

"I don't know!" He said helplessly, "In the maze I guess!"

"And you didn't bloody do anything!?" Newt yelled. The pain in his leg seemed to flare up along with his anger. He knew it wasn't Minho's fault that Tommy was sick, but the anger helped push away his fear. And he needed that, because if he allowed himself to feel scared he worried that he might sit down and start crying.

"I didn't know!" Minho yelled back. A weak groan came from Thomas.

"Bb...quiet..." He said hoarsely. Both Minho and Newt nearly dropped him in surprise.

"Thomas! Are you okay? How do you feel? What's the matter with you, you idiot! Why didn't you shucking tell us you're sick!" Minho fired off questions like his life depended on it.

"Sor...eee..." Thomas muttered deliriously.

"It's alright slint-head, don't talk. You'll only feel worse," Newt sighed. They reached the Homestead and Clint and Jeff took Thomas upstairs.

"Well?" Minho blurted after waiting for nearly twenty minutes, "What's wrong with him?"

"Just a little bug, plus some overheating. He should be fine in a few days," Clint said.

"Alright, thanks. You guys can go," Newt dismissed them and went to sit on the floor near Thomas. Minho joined him.

"I should've noticed," Minho murmured sadly. Newt gazed at Thomas' pallid face. He'd slipped back into unconsciousness.

"It's no one's fault," He sighed. "Other than maybe his own. Shank gave me a bloody heart attack."

Minho managed a dry smile.

"Yeah. Think he learned his lesson?" Minho asked, looking up at Thomas with a nervous smirk.

"Not at all. But that's what we're for."

"Knocking some sense into him?" Minho laughed. Newt smiled.

"That. And being here for him."

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