You stumble into the medhut, Minho, the Runner who saw everything and leader of the Runners, keeping you upright. You'd fought off a greiver and put yourself in harms way to help the rest of the Runners. You were in the Maze as you fought and everyone go out unharmed, exept you. You're the strongest and fastest Runner anyone in the Maze had ever known. You've got a slash along your chest and your wrist seems sprained, you spit out a mouthful of blood and cough heavily. You're almost dead body becoming heavier by the second.

Minhos hand finds its way to your waist as he lays you on a bed. A Med Jack runs over and starts to tend to your wounds. Wrapping your arm and stitching your wound, stopping the blood from seeping out. Minho tries his best to help but in the end he just sits next to you, holding your shoulder. In the end you pass out, your body going limp and skin cold.

About a day and half later you stir in your sleep.

(Minho stayed by your side the whole time)