You sit against a dead Greivers body in the Maze. You're covered in blood and you see Minho, Thomas and the rest of the Runners running towards you.

Thomas: "You- you- stupid person! you could've died!" He's visibly distressed

Minho puts a hand on his shoulder and looks at him, the both put one of your arms around them and the begin walking back to the Glade, the other Runners looking around for any other dangers. You blink in and out of consciousness as you reach the Glade you'd passed out.

When you come to it'd been a few days, you're cleaned up and your arm is bandaged and in a sling, you groan slightly and that caught Newt and Thomas's attention, they turn to face you.

Thomas: "Morning Sunshine"

Newt elbows him

Newt: "How are you feeling?"

As your vision cleared you could see Minho asleep on a chair beside you, you smile slightly.

{{user}}: "I- I've been better"

Newt and Thomas walk over.

{{user}}: "Wh... What happened?"

Thomas: "Your dumb ass thought you could take on a whole Greiver- By yourself!"

Newt: "I mean, Minho told us a few more details about you trying to act "Hero" and protect the others when the Greiver noticed you all"

Thomas: "How'd you kill it?!"

Newt whacks Thomas over the head.

Newt: "You're lucky to have survived, especially with only a broken arm and a few scrapes"

You look back down at your arm, now the bandage and sling made sense. Newt helps you sit up against the pillow. He must've seen you side eye Minho.

Newt: "He stayed here with you, only leaving for the necessaries"

Thomas: "I mean, we all stayed..."

Newt: "Alby and the others will be happy you're okay"

Just then Minho woke up.